Opinion

I am the first to admit last week’s offering under this byline exists as anemic example of writing, so henceforth I’ll try to be more careful with the space so generously available to me. That said, or read, let us on to a couple...

Wishing we had more time, wishing for one more day, another hour with a person before they leave us and move to another sphere — this is not an unfamiliar concept to most. Loss is all part of love, no doubt about it. You...

This is a story I wrote 20 two years ago. I wrote it to honor my mother on Mother’s Day. She didn’t know I would do this and probably would have asked me not to write it, but it was a gift that came...

I have been many things in my life, but without a doubt being a father was the hardest and yet the most rewarding. My daughter suffered my teaching as I had grown up in a home of men. I guess all children need discipline,...

I am leaning toward the position that Keb’ Mo’ has got it right, but five decades after Shirley he may be too late. Let me explain. By 1968, Americans had experienced six years of turmoil starting with the assassination of a president, the murders...

To the Editor: Well, it is happening again. I am accused of a “crime” and the evidence is a grainy photo. I received a letter from Waste Management that said we would be fined for putting plastic bags and film in our garbage. This is...

If one can say that driving through an area is visiting, then I visited with an old acquaintance the other day and it was good to meet up again. It was comforting to know that while both of us have aged, neither of us...

I hate the Fourth of July, America's birthday, Independence Day and all that. There, I’ve said it. I even said it out loud, as I hummed, alternatively, “Star Spangled Banner” and “We are the Champions.” Then a wartime mortar comes flying over my head...

One time a long time ago I asked my mom for a quarter. She said she was sorry, but she didn’t have any money that day. I can’t remember why I needed a quarter, but I bet it was for candy. I always wanted...

I went to a holiday party the other night. I’ll tell you more about that in another column. The reason I brought it up is because I awoke this morning after a dream that could have been caused by memories of past parties. I...