What's the science behind waking up with totally random songs, like Local H's "Bound for the Floor" in your head?

Today is the 9th anniversary of the 100th birthday party we threw for Frances the Beagle.

Begging for popcorn, but it's Garrett and she isn't getting any.

I cheat if I get to the 6th Wordle guess.

I'm no film critic, but here's a quick review of #Nosferatu: a bit long and slow, but cannot stop thinking about the imagery, including an incredibly resonant shot that evoked David's "The Death of Marat."

The Arbor Day Foundation sent us a solicitation to save trees spread over seven pages of legal-sized paper.

Ho, ho, ho and all that!

A cup of really dark-roasted coffee, black, brewed with just a couple of flakes of salt.

The look you get when you're at a concert at the high school where your son teaches and a student says "Hi Mr. Hersher" and you say hello back.