I read an article once that said you should never date (or eventually marry) someone you can’t travel with, and as far as advice goes, that’s in the same ballpark as shacking up before putting a ring on it — another warning I ignored on my trek down the altar.  

I’m going old school with the flow, biting a rhyme from Uncle L, when I say, “Don’t call it a comeback.” It being the rebirth, the remixing and reloading of The Alternative, and I could also add that like LL, “I’ve been here for years.” I’ve been underground, hiding out in darkened theaters, multiplexing my way above the fray.    

I should start off with an apology to my girls, presently 6 and 9, because I realize that the truth can hurt. But lies, especially lies that have no point or meaning, can do far more damage even th  

A few months ago, during an after-school writing session, I led a group of teenagers through a brief and largely improvised tour of the last 10 years of technology with an eye toward our hasty specu  

I'm not much of a screamer, but maybe I should be. In the last few weeks I've been confronted with information and ideas that, while not necessarily challenging or confirming my assumptions about t  

In another life -- or if I could do this one all over again -- I think I'd go into design work. Of course, then I would have to choose between interior and exterior -- in this case, exterior being   

Barry Bonds breaks baseball's all-time home run record, and the cloud hanging over him means little to me. I have my reasons: He remains unconvicted in a court of law, and I fail to see whether ste  

A few weeks ago my wife and I had a couple of friends over for dinner. The weeknight dinner format is one that my wife and two of her friends with kids have developed into a routine. Tuesday nights  

We're a nation fascinated with the exhibition of athletic greatness, yet we can be oblivious to it unless it's homegrown or brazenly displayed. We loved Babe Ruth, Muhammad Ali and Michael Jordan,  

Sometimes a news week gives you nothing, and then there are times when you dread what's foisted upon you. Like the O.J. Simpson-Jeff Ruby situation. I'm going to get around to it, but I'd like to a  

I turned 8 in 1977 just before the beginning of fall, so most of the year, the heart of it, I was 7. What do I remember about being 7 or the '70s? Looking back, I'm aware of the factoids and detail  

I've been working on a book project over the last few months. Much of my time has been spent reading and re-reading the email exchanges between my wife and me during our Match.com courtship. For ne  

During my senior year at Penn, I stumbled across a listing for a memorial concert sponsored by some members of the Coltrane family operating out of the West Philadelphia row house that had belonged  

Right about now, I'm going to probably make a few Biblical scholars and homilists irate with my hackneyed musing about philanthropy. That's alright, because there are a few well-heeled members of t  

I'm not feeling the holiday spirit. That's not to say I don't have much to celebrate this year. I'm a newlywed who proposed so awkwardly on New Year's Eve that I promised my wife I'd try it again e