Dick Wolfsie

Five years ago, while the world was in the throes of COVID, I started looking through some of my wife’s old cookbooks. I was preparing Mary Ellen for the next…

The Wolfsie household is a happening place. Mary Ellen keeps asking, “What happened here?” She knows something has happened, but wants to see if I’m responsible. But she always knows…

My birthday is coming up— in about 9 months—but don’t give it any thought. I have already bought myself the perfect gift from the Brookstone website. The Brookstone Pillow Universal…

This is a true story, but admittedly it did happen many years ago. I’m revisiting it this week because once again, I locked myself out of the house.  This time…

“What is this?” Mary Ellen inquired the other day as she dangled a doodad in front of my face. It was small, white, plastic, hexagonal, and had several grooves.  “It…

This is a very provocative way to start a column, but I must admit something: I can’t keep my pants on. I try very hard, especially at parties, but inevitably…

This could only happen to me. And it did. I got a new iPhone. It has a lot of new features which are wasted on me because I am a…

There? Really! In the winter? Seriously? That’s what many people said when I told them that Mary Ellen and I (and our son) were headed to Iceland for a vacation…

I witnessed a miracle at our church this morning. Unitarians do not, as a rule, believe in miracles, although starting our service on time is about as close as we…

“What time is it?” I asked my wife. “It’s exactly five o’clock,” she replied as she glanced at the grandfather clock (Grandpa, from now on) in our living room. “It…