Van Gogh for Winter Groundhogs

Is it wrong to pity the groundhog? I spent my first few years on St. Peter’s Church Road learning to hate the hairy, low-slung varmints. I armed myself against them. I reacquainted myself with the art of shooting. My practice targets were printed with enemy...

A Child Trying on a Man-Sized Crime

It’s not everybody’s cup of tea, but we happen to like living next to a cemetery. We don’t find it creepy or ghoulish to live in the shadow of grave markers. Death is a fact of life. Human beings have the merciful capacity to forget about their...

A Lousy Way to Spend a Few Days

Warning: the following column may cause itching of the scalp. Do not panic. This condition is known as “formication,” the feeling that your skin is covered with creepy-crawlies. It’s perfectly normal and can be treated by gentle scratching, or, if...

Beware of Greeks Bearing Spam

One of the great pleasures of writing this column is getting emails from the residents of our fair county. I love to read your thoughts and ideas, which reach me at [email protected]. I maintain a website for my other writing, www.matthewolshan.com, which...

The Once and Future Institute

I was twelve; I was on a field trip; I was climbing through the claustrophobic, pulse-pounding chambers of a two-story human heart. Sound familiar? I grew up in the city of the Smithsonians, but the best time I had in a museum when I was a kid was at the Franklin...

As Easy as Riding a Unicycle

“Look at your cool shadow!” Shana said, as our daughter teetered back and forth in the slanting afternoon sun. It was a cool shadow: a figure atop a single wheel, like one of those old typewriter erasers with a bristle brush on one end and a little rubber...