Opinion

I must have missed the memo that day. It was an important one; the one that informed me that there would be no power at my house for three days. Perhaps it went to my husband’s phone and not my own, but somehow said...

I cannot deny that the last several months have been a bit special for the small traveling public of which I was a member. Empty airports, reminiscent of the Tom Hanks movie, four seats per person in coach class and check-in desks where you...

At the present moment I am, to put it poetically, “far from the madding crowd,” I don’t even know who is headed to the World Series as “seeking the sounds of silence”; practically speaking, I am a ways up the Arroyo Seco Canyon sans...

For those of us who are now in our seventh decade, and those of decades more, there are certain times in history that may influence us in often-profound ways. It stands to reason, then, that any news story which gobbled up precious air time...

I hope that your Christmas was as nice as mine. Just about everyone I am related to came by the house to wish everyone good tidings. Of course, it is always nice to see my kids and their kids, and even their kids. As...

I have a question for you. In all of history — or just to make it easier for you, let’s just say from the 1800s till today — what one invention was the most important invention to family life and especially the wife and...

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...

The day I started work at the newspaper was Halloween 1991. I remember that day so well, because the whole building was decorated in pumpkins and ghouls and all the staff were dressed up in elaborate outfits. Candy was on every desk — it...

No matter how I may wish to deny I am old, at two years and seven decades it is nonetheless a fact and, having never been old before, I am unrehearsed for the role. I am not alone in that realization, evidenced by how...

My boys asked me that after we had been living in Gonzales for a while. When I mentioned in a earlier column that we used to play in the culvert on Fanoe Road, we would take our dog Beaujee and walk down the bottom...