For all of the changes the COVID-19 pandemic has brought to our lives the past few months, I have found myself contemplating the role...

When I was 10 years old, I filled out my first bracket. I may have filled out a bracket before--I read the sports page of the Statesman...

In this post, I'll chronicle the songs in my Mom's Christmas CD: Growth. This is the final post in a trilogy; to see the first two, click...

Since its inception, I never thought to contribute to this blog. Although the love-child of Andrew Hamel and Matthew Loberg—or rather,...

Dreaming on an Open Road Sometimes ideas are insidious in their onset, like a cancer that slowly spreads but masks itself with vague,...

A reflection on friendship in the age of superficiality At no point are the bifurcations of my family so evident as during the holiday...

At the corner of Carnegie and Ontario wind whips off of Lake Erie and snow flurries over Progressive Field, home of the Cleveland...

Every year during the holiday season, I make my my mom and sisters CDs—yeah, we’re behind the times. While these CDs are gifts, they are...

Welcome all, and thank you for taking the time to visit our site in the formative stages of its development! We don’t really know where...

Every April, one simple phrase spoken by golf’s favorite wordsmith, Jim Nantz, awakens golf fans from their winter slumber. “Hello...