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.
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.
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.'
I did it. I accomplished a goal which once seemed inconceivable. A dream so big, I was once not brave enough to dream it.
On Sunday, October 20 dozens upon dozens of women from the tri-city area (Escalon, Oakdale and Riverbank) will flood the streets of San Francisco as participants of the 10th Annual Nike Women's Marathon benefitting the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society.
Times they are a changing or … are they?
I sometimes run out of words.
I recently learned of a reader sharing their dissatisfaction with my column. After all, who really cares about my kids and what I have to share about them?
I really had hoped to not have to pen a column on this topic yet again this school year, but once again I'm faced with a frustration I know I am not alone in.
It's hard to believe, yet the time has passed and once again we (us parents) find ourselves amid yet another school year. This is indeed a momentous occasion in our small town of just over 20,000. Whether you are the parent of school aged children or not ... heed fair warning.