I'm an optimist.
I think I missed winter.
This month marks one decade since I first strolled through the front door of the Oakdale Leader in hopes of acquiring a job. It's a story I have recounted and told numerous times, so I will spare you all the retelling of history.
We got a cat.
It really takes just a minute for a life to change.
I love being a grown-up.
If you are the parent of a 7-year-old, I hope you have them in a booster seat today.
I recently had a 'moment' of clarity and it made me think two things: this will make a good column and I wonder if others experience this.
I'm beginning to wonder if I am outnumbered.
There is a small movement happening at Oakdale Elementary Schools.
I need a little help understanding something.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
So it has begun…The Seven Months of Celebration.
At a ceremony on July 15, Oakdale Joint Unified School District officials broke ground for the new 5000-square foot steel structure that will be the Central Kitchen. This will be the first of a handful of projects spearheaded by the Facilities Committee.
The timing of returning to the Newsroom could not have come at a better time … Fair week!
Today marks my first day back in a place I left a decade ago. Just looking at that sentence causes me to pause in both amazement and disbelief.
There is very little I don't love about this job.
Parenting brings with it many milestones: first steps, first day of school, sleepovers, losing teeth, dates, driver's license, college choices, the list goes on.
When our children learn to ride a bike, shoot a basket or kick a goal they often fail – many times. Yet, as their parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents or loved ones we encourage them to try again. In some cases we require them to. Simply put we discourage them from giving up. We want them to succeed, to stick with it, quite simply to continue to try.
I often wonder how different the world would be if more people deferred from their 'calendar' long enough to change a life. Not just any life. Not a specific life with intended purpose, but someone random.
The title for this week's column is just about as basic as a writer can get. What I've come to learn more and more however is how one seemingly 'small' thing can be so much bigger once the dirt is unearthed.
Remember the Pen Pal? I believe it's back. The craziest part is that it has reappeared in the form many disregard as 'Facebook silliness.'
Somebody pinch me, 2014 has found us and to make matters even more crazy … it's the middle of January.
I love the magic of the Holiday season.
I believe stores should be closed on Thanksgiving.
I have a confession, which may make me less than popular with a few readers. My hope of course is that those affected or bothered don't take this out on my children and remember this is a 'grown-up' problem.
In the role of parent we are never void of the knowledge that eyes are always watching. Be it the eyes of our children, our peers, family or society at large. No parent is perfect and we all have our moments. 'Slips' happen, but if we are truly fortunate the 'eyes' bring it to our attention.
I'm a firm believer in the old adage of 'older and wiser.'