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Liar, liar, pants on fire! Have you ever heard those biting words as a child? Maybe it was just a schoolyard taunt by someone you didn’t get along with. Perhaps it was a case of “The dog ate my homework.” And your teacher was...

Joanne's Got It by Joanne Banuelos

You know there are times in your life when bad things happen to you through the years that never leave you. Things that seem to never go away are forgotten when one finds love from his neighbors and family. I have to be honest....

The obvious symbol for the month of February is, of course, the heart. This ideograph — represented by an anatomically inaccurate shape, by the way — appears on greeting cards, love letters and ever-popular, emoji-filled texts. Yes, February is all about love, especially romantic love,...

This is confession time. We columnists sometimes have difficulties coming up with an article that will be enjoyed by you, the reader. Something on the page that peaks your interest. Or something about the guys that are supposed to be running our country, about...

Local column by Joanne Banuelos

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November is a busy month! We change the clocks for Daylight Savings and begin to feel the transition from fall to winter. We also have many things to highlight and recognize. 1) In November we celebrate Native American Heritage Month and each week we will...

For those of us with multiple decades behind us as we continue our personal journeys toward some inevitable end, it seems the compulsion increases to reminisce about the time known as the Holiday Season. Or maybe it is just me. How the marked days at...

Nearly naked knees collide beneath the covers as cops and bad guys wrestle repeatedly on a motel bed. Lovers, doughnuts and bagpipes are involved too! The comedy is nonstop in this play by Paul Smith Slade. Our Stage Hands are acknowledged masters of the...