I am running for the highest office in the land this November. I confess. My motives are far from altruistic. An episode sent me over the edge last week. After

Hey Dear R.P.P. (Roger Palmer Pal) …  When we chat about that April 5, I hardly know what to say. A contrite “thank you” isn’t remotely enough. Historians call that

One of the dearest people in my life is my baby sibling-like substance, Hondo Boston-Peters. Simply adore the guy. Hondo is a nickname because his real name is John and

Best of Boston: The following column was originally published Aug. 11, 2023. I am probably the absolute last person to write an essay on dressing up. Except for a gorilla suit

Dear Mrs. Ellen Rubin Gordon, CEO, Tootsie Roll Pops, All Chocolate Division —  Before I inquire about how your day is going, I must ask, with no malice: “What The

I’ve been blessed with many dear friends who also carry the job description of “HERO.” I marvel at the challenges many have not only met, but also conquered. A few

My father is still with me, bringing a fond shaking of the head and a smile. Dad was one tough son of a gun. At 5, he lost his father

A few years back, I was in the bleachers for one of those backyard political debates. On the Left was a 30-something foppish Disney executive. On the Right? My dopey sister-like

There’s one thing to this day that I never cared about regarding my father. He lived to be just about 90 and, in all those years, he never once used

Hard to believe, but up until the late 1970s, we had two sheriff’s deputies here in Santa Clarita who worked — full-time and then some — on the livestock rustling