At the height of my ambition, I could write 12 or 14 hours straight. Afterward, I’d collapse and daydream while my mind decelerated. I might relive old times, check in on lost friends, brood about …

Dear Mr. Alice:Years ago my husband (then boyfriend) carved our initials in an oak sapling. He said that after a few decades they would be eight or ten feet up in the air as the …

Dear Matthew Alice: A number of years ago I read about a woman who had written a book of recipes she had developed that supposedly replicated the taste of the items of a number of …

Matt: What are the birds that I see digging holes in the dirt around my house? I don't know what they’re trying to do, but whatever it is, they’re not making much progress. What’s going …