Last week, when I was putting my son to bed, he got chatty, as children do when they’re being coaxed into doing something they don’t want to do. A few days into fourth grade, he was finally ready to talk about it (after days of me prodding him with questions about his teacher, his classmates…
I’ve noticed a recurring theme among the boards and councils that I cover as part of my job at the Times Citizen.
It has become difficult to tell whether new interests are organic, or they’ve been influenced by the state of the world.
The people have a right to know.
Two months ago I pledged to our readers – to our community, really – that no matter what happened with the coronavirus pandemic, the Times Citizen would be here for you.
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?