Opinion

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,...

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...

Many moons ago on Highway 101 just north of Greenfield there was an odometer check. This consisted of four signs, the first starting a few hundred yards shy of Hudson Road, marked Mile 0, Mile 1, Mile 2, Mile 3 and finally Mile 4....

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...

My dog rescue efforts started a long time ago. I would pick up strays on the roads of the country or streets of the city and not know exactly what to do with them. Finally, I created an area of our property where I...

There’s something about being an author that is very addictive. Sometimes you can be midway through the tedious proofing of a manuscript — most writers’ least favorite thing — and already be working on the plot for the next book. Sometimes — as is the...

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I have never been one for numbers, which means the proper use of a calculator, but the way I figure it as I write these words, if I make it to the top level, I have 176 weeks to live. I got that number...

“Honey, did you forget to write your column?” She uses the tone of voice that brings me back to earth from my revere. I had been sitting here staring at the blinking reminder that I wasn’t doing what I knew I had to do....