Lost in New Jersey

A new online tool allows you to see your most-liked Instagram posts in 2015. If I can identify a pattern in my posts, it's a fee...

Every year, on Christmas Eve, I hear my uncle tell the story of an angel appearing to a man named Joseph in a dream. It's the Gosp...

Asbury Park's abandoned carousel pavilion. Few places in my home state are as haunted by the passage of time as Asbury Park. Years...

On a gentle bluff overlooking sometimes un-trafficked Route 517 in Tewskbury, this cemetery is thrice removed from any easy Internet search....

This morning, seemingly in the blink of an eye, the trees were already bare in my hometown. Just one week earlier, their branches had b...

Two photos, years apart, on Varettoni Place, named after Dad's brother. With apologies to my life coach, Crash Davis , I’d like to p...

Here’s the full text of the poem. I owe my love of poetry to a lawyer -- and today, National Poetry Day 2015, I'd like to thank him...

Today I read announcements that showed technology at its best... realtime translations on Skype . And at its worst... the "Yelp for ...

When Pope Francis was leaving St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York on September 24, 2015, I gave him a nervous, friendly wave, and he res...