Opinion

One of my earliest memories was my mother’s voice. I was on her lap and she was reading to me. We were likely in our cottage by the sea with a fire blazing in the hearth. She had a good strong reading voice with...

“Television commercials are an assault upon the senses and an insult to intelligence.” The sentence appears quoted and italicized because I think it is a pretty good opening sentence. Opening sentences are important, as those first words of an author must grasp the reader’s attention...

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you” is an old adage most of us have heard with full understanding of its meaning. It only makes sense, providing one has any sense, to refrain from damaging that which makes survival possible. Now, after reading the...

We all have what we nostalgically refer to as our “hometown,” that place where we spent maybe not the most years of our lives but surely the years we recall with sharpest memory; and as decade follows decade the people and places we knew...

To the Editor: Today is Ash Wednesday, the day Christians are reminded they will return to the dust from which their sacred teachings say they come. Those teachings also tell them to do justice and let the oppressed go free. “You shall be called the repairer...

Let me begin this week’s column by stating I don’t anticipate the subject to bring anyone to tears but myself. It is important to me to tell this story, but it will be a bit cryptic in that I will not use any proper...

You imagine it’s a rite of passage, your children eventually getting married. Once they leave home and start building a life with someone, there is an inevitability to it, if they are that way inclined. After our family trip to Montana, my daughter flashed...

Letters to the Editor — Published July 11, 2018

I have given myself over to the theory that the Feds have in the interest of brevity or clarity or something meddled in our affairs regarding the city’s street names. This theory is based upon both the musings of a knowledgeable citizen and a...

“No doubt the universe will unfold as it should,” I tell my husband (sort of citing my favorite poem “Desiderata”). This was after we returned home from our neighbor’s place up the hill. Most times you go to neighboring homes and receive tomatoes or...