Something about the signs of our long awaited summer brings back amazing memories of my childhood and the neighborhood we lived in.
A girl, Alizay Cardoso, was born June 4, 2011 to proud mother Shaylee Cardoso of Oakdale. The newborn weighed six pounds, two ounces upon arrival at Oak Valley Hospital.
Three simple words traditionally used as a person faces a cake lit with candles to celebrate their birth, "Make a Wish."
I have always believed that the best test of friendship, is to see who is surrounding you during the worst of times.
It seems only fitting that a 'mommy' would be so overtaxed that she would need to wait until after Mother's Day to actually produce a column about said event.
After a few months of hibernation and quality family time, along comes April. This April in particular, I could not help but wonder what life might be like in another zip code. April in Oakdale is - simply put - jam packed. We start the month with Little League Opening Day and conclude it with a good old fashioned Easter Egg Hunt. My favorite April events however, have held steady for the better part of ...
Sibling rivalry need not have boundaries or age limits.
Life is full of metaphors, or at least mine is.
In just a handful of days the air surrounding the parish of St. Mary's Catholic Church in Oakdale will once again smell of corned beef and cabbage. This Saturday, March 12, will mark the 40th anniversary of the Annual Corned Beef Dinner.
Unlike the rest of my colleagues, I have the task of writing a column twice a month. It was my idea, so I guess I really shouldn't complain - but at times it's tough.
For those who follow my column I feel the need to lead this week's submission with an apology.
There is a certain sense of vacancy, which seems to slowly have begun for our quiet little town.
We are officially one month in to the 2011 New Year. As a person who does not make resolutions each January 1, I cannot help but wonder how everyone is doing with their new promises to themselves.
As parents we love our children … unconditionally. Yet, as my stepfather has pointed out - we always love our children, but we do not always have to like them.
So, I have a confession. I have honestly spent the better part of the last week trying to find a topic to write about other than my children and the holidays. The date of this issue is, after all, December 22, so it would only seem natural and obvious to address the season. But I do that every year. This is the argument playing out in my head - again and again and again. As ...
Graduation season is once again here.
My column is a week late.
I'm still recovering from Boston.
And so it goes … another Rodeo Week has been put to rest in the Chapter Book which encompasses my Oakdale life.
Monday, April 15 did not start for me as it did my friend and running teammate Cathy McClelland or Oakdaleans Vanessa Walton and Tom Burchell, or Jesse Santana of Riverbank. I did not board a motor coach in my sneakers with a race bib pinned to the front of my shirt in anticipation of running the 117th Boston Marathon.
Transitioning from my Reporter role at the Oakdale Leader was necessary in my life for a number of reasons. The one most at the core were my children. I knew I needed to work full-time. I knew I needed to stay local, but I desperately needed flexibility.
There are some days I think I'm wiser than others, when it comes to parenting.
They're growing up.
There are a number of things I thoroughly enjoy about being a parent. Many of them I have the pleasure of being able to share here, with our readers. Among my 'favorite' things in the way of living with children, would be their innate ability to point things out which adults may give little thought to. I am of the belief that children not only pay attention, but understand ...
Generally speaking, I'm an analytical type. More simply put, I think too much. Personally, I think it's inherent with becoming a mommy; however I have many male friends who struggle with the same topic. It's a two part problem for me, as I wake at 3 a.m. to recount what day it is and what I need to remember to stuff in my children's backpacks to which activity or ...
It's barely February and yet here I find myself, penning yet another 'sports related' column. Truth be told there was a time when new sports reporters passed through our office on a routine basis. During that period I thought it might be fun to maybe 'switch it up' and actually approached Editor Marg Jackson with a proposal of possibly getting my feet wet in the Sports section. Much to ...
My month of December was not dissimilar from most of our readers. It was packed full of parties, shopping, holiday tradition and even a little quality family time.
It's been a few weeks since I've forced my mind to share some thoughts. Truthfully we all need a reprieve on occasion and as the only staffer who does this weekly, there does come a point where I too must take a break.
We survived. If you're reading this, then the world indeed did not end. Or perhaps it did and now you and I are left with the cockroaches to figure out what's next. Chances are, however, both are highly unlikely, not to mention improbable. I am no scientist, but after living through the let down of the Y2K hype I consider myself 'experienced' in such silliness. Of ...