I have a saying I pilfered from the liner notes of R.E.M.’s Dead Letter Office album and that saying is, “A little bit of uh-huh and a whole lot of oh yeah.”

I have no problem with extended breastfeeding but the kid is going to grow up to hate his mother.

Tomorrow I will not go to the polls and have a clear conscience about it because I voted early.

To say I run to the hills when trouble is brewing may be a stretch. Let’s just say I walk cautiously, especially when the race card is being played.

It’s March and I’m not mad.

This being the clichéd column of cleaning out waste in the mental notebook, I present these thoughts that normally wouldn’t fit in an entire column.

I’m breaking my vow about not using text message abbreviation today and going, “SMH.”

You can ask my mother. She’ll be glad to verify it. As a child I was a Monkees fan.

Perhaps no ankle, other than Lady Godiva's, has created so much of a stir as New England Patriot tight end Rob Gronkowski's has.

With great power comes great responsibility, this being what Uncle Ben told Peter Parker in the first Spider-Man movie.