Three weeks ago I asked Times Citizen readers to share their good news.
I had an idea last year. But it, like many of my ideas, got pushed to the side when more pressing issues took up my available time.
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard the phrase “unprecedented times” in the last week I’d have . . . not quite enough to buy a package of toilet paper.
I wasn’t excited about having to work last Tuesday night. It had been a long day at the newspaper, we had a sick kid at home, and I really just wanted to peel off my work clothes and put on something with a more forgiving waistband.
I was born three days before the 1970s ended. That has meant a couple of things: a) with a birthday so close to Christmas, I often got cheated out of gifts – lots of “combination” presents – and b) calculating my age is a snap. An added – and long-unappreciated – bonus is that every 10 years…
Small towns are only as small as we make them.
How would life differ if we were willing to try new things without hesitation? What if we jumped into new experiences feet first? What’s the worst that could happen? And what’s the best?
A wise friend of mine believes we’re wrong to talk about work/life balance. Balance, she argues, implies that there are two sides and that they can be separate and equal. But most of us know that’s not possible. Inevitably, if I’m giving parenting my best effort, I feel like I’m slacking at …
There are certain stories that, when it’s time to publish, I wince in anticipation of the reactions I’m sure they’ll elicit. School calendar coverage is one of them. Be it snow makeup days, the number of school days in a year, or any variation thereof, it almost always turns ugly, especially…
Some of my earliest memories are of my hometown library. Sorting through the plastic bags that held books on tape. Competing in the summer reading challenge. Sitting in the 1980s-modern chairs to leaf through a book and decide whether it was worth taking home.
The excitement I felt to attend the Class of ’98’s 20th reunion last month must rank in the top five plot twists of my life thus far.
Twice last week, I sat in meetings and watched people shout at each other.