The coronavirus has been present in our lives for over a quarter of the year now and doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.
As we continue to shelter-in-place and limit our trips to only essential venues, I am realizing how easy it may be to make some of this behavior a “new norm,” as good friend Scott Bridwell said a couple of weeks ago.
As we all hopefully continue our safe journeys each day in our own little corners of the world, I hope you folks are safe, well and staying relatively sane amongst those you love the most.
I was scrolling Facebook this week — yes, dear readers, I am a “scroller” not a fanatic — when a friend shared a post that made me go into the details of the post itself.
Today you should be celebrating with your favorite other with dinner, a show and, perhaps, some rich chocolates or great perfume. If you are so inclined, you might also sing to your sweetheart or take her/him to a concert.
One of my resolutions for this year, especially since it is the start of a new decade, is to be kinder and gentler to everyone I meet.
The scariest night of the year has come and gone and homes around the country are winding down from the gigantic sugar highs created by a gazillion tons of Halloween candy.
What a great week for enjoying some outdoor natural phenomena, as well as trying to avoid the record heat index days by staying inside and cranking up the air conditioning.
I have loved being outdoors most of my life and have encountered all sorts of animals and varmints on campouts, river rafting trips and hikes into deep forests.
Just when I knew I had seen everything, a medical app on my phone appeared this week that gave me a great deal of pause. Also, since I am past my deadline for Dewey, our editor, I got a pinch of extra time and can relay this column post haste.
I was watching a television commercial recently that was fairly harmless, but relatively dumb, and it set me to contemplating on just how many ads we see in an average viewing period at night.
This past weekend in many communities large and small, an annual rite of spring occurred. I’m certain millions of folks — parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and anyone with a little girl or boy big enough to fit into a tutu or leotard, attended a dance recital.
If any of you were watching the 145th running of the Kentucky Derby last weekend you were treated to an historic moment as the winning horse, Maximum Security, was disqualified for interfering with other horses.