BAD PUN ALERT!! Or, apology. Sous Jeff, sous chef -- get it? I've gotten terribly off track again with my weekly Public Displays of Ap...

I was typing an email to a junior high teacher Friday afternoon, hoping to tie loose ends on the very last day of school, when James...

Q: If a little boy pedals his tricycle at the rate of 3 feet per second, and passes under a leafy branch overhanging the sidewalk, how man...

  I've tried to let Jeff know of my gratitude even if I haven't written it here. I need to get back on track, because that public...

I check into my blog pretty regularly for the sidebar of links to my friends' blogs, and I've got to tell you, I am sick of ...

Jeff helps my ideas come to life. I'm the plotter, he's my plodder. (Get it? I think it, he works it.) This is no more obviou...

Inspired the by the destructive quality of yesterday's beautiful heavy snow, I was going to write a thoughtful little discourse a...