On a late December eve youwatch a scavenging red-tailedhawk land in the sling-shotcrotch of a backyard pitch pinetree competing with a local beachfox for squirrel and rabbit prey. You see ...

In the 1970s, my parents owned a big, old home on Route 9 in Ocean View. It was a two-story structure set back from the road ...

Karen?” There it is. “Karen?” You should answer but you’re cranky. “Karen?” Others in the room glance around and your face burns. “Kar-” “Yes, thanks.” You didn’t mean for your voice to sound that ...

The first Christmas of our marriage had an “O Henry Tale” ring about it. We unwrapped our Christmas presents to each other, hit by a sense of shock and awe at what we saw, only to discover that we ...

At Christmas, there is no difference between past, present and future. Time merges together. And that’s a melancholy feeling.

It’s not about the presents,Underneath the Christmas tree.Nor the tinsel or the bows,Or the largely overdrawn fees. It’s not ...

Years and days blend like ingredients in a cake. Who knows when something happened in the 1950s? To our grandchildren, it’s like prehistoric times, when dinosaurs roamed Cape May County. There was a ...

An unexpected holiday tradition cut its way into my family in 1978. That was the year that my grandmother shared our Christmas knife with my mother. Yes. A designated-veteran knife we use only at ...

Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver, the other is gold. This concept is no secret to most of us. Such are the ...

When I was 9 years old (December 1963), our class was asked to write a Christmas poem. I remember this poem well, as my ...

Villas – They should have a tour here like in Newport Beach CA where they call it "Dueling Houses". The one there is of two ...

Father O’Malley was standing outside of his slightly rundown church, shaking his head as he peered up at the stained-glass ...