“The Sedaris” Is Upon Us

I fondly remember the first time I experienced the works of humorist-writer-comedian-NPR contributor David Sedaris: I was on the Harrisburg Clocker (for all of you P-Junction commuters, you know what I’m talking about: that Amtrak train we used to be allowed to ride … but that’s another rant for another blog) bound for a magazine…

The Balanced Guy: On a Day of Unwiring

As I mentioned last week, an underlying theme has been emerging in my blog posts lately: the notion of doing instead of buying. For example, going for a bike ride instead of purchasing the newest gadget. I’m also beginning to notice in my readings and such, that more attention is being paid to the long-term effects…

A Little Summer Music…

Long time, no blog, I know. I think I caught a bit of that “summer fever” going around. My husband still charmingly refers to it as “Senioritis,” and I have to agree with him because the symptoms are, regardless of our respective ages and the time of year, exactly the same: The attention span of…

The Balanced Guy: On Happiness

The editors of this fine blog recently went back to categorize the entries (including ones from yours truly) to make it easier for readers to browse back and re-read the bits and pieces of pithy knowledge previously proffered. In an effort to assist, I counted my contributions (25, not including this one) and took a…

Be Our P.S. Guest: Walking the Shady Side of the Street

As you know, we have a bevy of all-knowing, fabulous friends who we call on to bring their P.O.V. on a variety of local topics to our blogosphere. Today’s post is compliments of Rae Padulo: artist, writer-blogger, master potter, foodstuff genius (her blueberry buckle is not to be denied), and lass about town. In this…

The Balanced Guy: On Slowing Down

Slow. Down. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I find the on-the-go-go-go, in-your-face attitude of the Northeast a little bit, shall we say, overwhelming. While I do appreciate its honesty and directness, I’ve spent nearly half of my life south of the Mason-Dixon line and I’ve come to appreciate the more relaxed pace of life…