Five years ago, I reawakened an old memory from my time as a young boy in Cumberland. Back then, the Pawtucket Times—a local newspaper rivaling the Providence Journal—published a serialized story over the two weeks leading up to Christmas. In…

(A favorite of mine from last year. Hopefully a smile or two during these “interesting” times.) On this Christmas Season, for your reading pleasure, I offer an opportunity to read to the young, the old, the dog, the cat, those…

Flying Lessons “Whoa, Max, whoa,” I screamed, trying to slow him down. El laughed. I think even Rudolph laughed. I didn’t. Max dove and spun. Climbed into the sky, then rolled in the air. I was terrified. “He’s not a…