Opinion

I have set aside my regular column this week, a little story about me and my dog in Arroyo Seco, nicely told in my humble opinion, but still just a little story; it will wait for another time. What prompted the change was my...

Something just crept up inside my tiny brain and said, “Oh, you have vacation coming up next month with a lot of moving parts. Maybe you should check on some of those pieces?” I do listen these days when the female intuition kicks in,...

I am sure you who read this column have no doubt noticed recently I’ve been a day late and a dollar short, to torture a metaphor. A couple weeks ago I mentioned Maddie and Tae, a singing duo advertised at the Fairgrounds, and as...

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“Struggling to make peace with the irreparable…” I read this line somewhere after the kind of week that will turn you into a zombie — literally. The sort of week when you wish you could turn back time for a do-over. Then I re-read the...

Even as I am feeling sad inside my head, louder I hear her voice … “Oh for crying out loud, sister” or words to that effect. “It’s been blooming four years! Time to let me go and think about more interesting things.” I wish...

Did you find something different in your mailbox this past weekend? By different I mean something that wasn’t there. By something that wasn’t there, I mean my weekly scribbling. I have to tell you that it was all my fault.  You see, like all newspapers,...

When will the pandemic end? That’s a complicated question, and difficult to answer. There will be no “light switch” moment where our lives suddenly return to what we call “normal.” In many ways, this pandemic has been like a long, destructive storm, perhaps a...

Throughout my educational career I attended college and university at an erratic pace with time gaps of months and even years; but during each of those academic periods there was the need for income. Twice during those periods while attending classes I found that...

In a rare case of a column running too long, I offer this story as a two-parter… One day I came home from school, it was 1964 and I was in the sixth grade in Greenfield Elementary School, and my father handed me a book...