My original plan for this month's column was to discuss my transition into "retired life" and the phases I went through on the path to ultimately accepting that decision. It was something parallel to the five stages of grief, starting with a denial and isolation then ending with acceptance.
You could say I have a little history in this neck of the woods.
The lockout is over, but the effects of a disgusting and greedy battle between overpaid athletes and their employers has painted a grotesque image onto the canvas of professional sports.
There's nothing quite like a vacation. Especially if you take it 3000 miles away; it kind of discourages people from work calling to ask questions. Although my co-workers did manage to send a couple of text messages my way, it was nothing earth-shattering, nothing that couldn't be handled through a quick text back. Having the chance to travel back home, we hit upstate New York at the perfect time - getting in and out before ...
As I write this I'm sitting in a borrowed apartment that was set up for our arrival by my friend Dulcey. I can hear bananaquits (or Sugarbirds) and frogs that sound similar to very loud crickets, a rogue rooster crowed at the break of dawn, and the ocean is a short walk away from our back door.
With all respect to my colleague, Teresa, this month's column could be easily titled "Daddy Musings."
As I write this, it's 100 degrees outside and the air conditioning has gone out at The Oakdale Leader office. Fortunately for me, I chose the first day of this calamity to telecommute. However, for some of my coworkers, having to be in the office all day with only ceiling fans and some box fans to circulate hot air makes the hair and the clothes tend to cling where they're not wanted.
Ah, the wonder of the Internet and the remembrance of things past. My sister recently returned from a visit to our hometown in upstate New York and while she was there, we stayed in touch via text messages and through email. We did also talk on the phone once or twice but more often than not, it was electronic communication. We got reminiscing about things particular to New York or the East Coast area in ...
Rafting is all the rage at this time of year and seeing the enthusiasts buck through the white water rapids or float lazily down the calmer stretches of the Stanislaus River, I'm reminded of my personal experiences of going down a river.
On the cusp of another holiday - bracing for the fireworks of July 4 - my mind goes back just a few weeks to the last official holiday, Memorial Day.
It hardly seems possible that time has flown so quickly but I'm staring at the dates circled on my calendar for New York thinking, there's no way it's already down to the nitty gritty and I don't have a dress yet.
After the last few days of this gorgeous weather, I believe I can now safely say that spring has sprung … just in time for the summer solstice.
Something about the signs of our long awaited summer brings back amazing memories of my childhood and the neighborhood we lived in.
Two of my closest friends have each been weathering multiple storms and going through major life changes. It seems that the hits have kept on coming for them. These two are my good-time pals, I have some of my most fun memories with them. Now, however, I no longer live nearby and struggle with my feelings that I can't physically be there for either of them during these hard times.
Grading system: 1 star - wallbanger, don't waste your time 2 stars - mildly interesting but still flawed 3 stars - average 4 stars - good read 5 stars - excellent Trust Me Publisher: Mira ISBN: 9780778324126 Grade: HHHH By Kimberly Van Meter While TRUST ME isn't a RITA contender, the author Brenda Novak is up for a RITA for an anthology so, it technically fits under the RITA umbrella of reviews for this batch I've undertaken. Novak ...
There were five Wednesdays in July this year and that just makes it seem like it was months ago that my last column appeared. With everything that has transpired since, it almost feels like it, too. The column title is not really to indicate that I have anything to be discontent about, specifically, other than the world moving too fast for comfort. A ...
For a few days, the rabbits grazed peacefully inside their cages on the outskirts of our campsite, providing a tranquil harmony with nature as we enjoyed solace where the mountains touched the sky. Then suddenly - like a time-traveling robot - judgment day had arrived. The repeated consumption of self-caught trout had transformed our taste buds into gills. Our trail mix stash was getting low and ...
By DAVID SAYEN
While it's difficult to find a silver lining with any tragedy, I became aware of a blessing amid the sadness a few weeks ago when I was reunited with cherished individuals who played a significant part in my past law enforcement career during the funeral service of a former patrol partner of mine.
If you don't know by now that I am deeply involved in Relay For Life, you just haven't read my column, in about, 10 years.
My husband and I recently celebrated our anniversary.
So there's no way to deny it, I am definitely a sports fan(atic).
I could watch Brad Pitt solve a crossword puzzle for three hours.
May always makes me think of Mother's Day and flowers. And this year we added a graduation, planning for a wedding in June, and everything else in between.
Who knew there would be an adjustment period to living the dream? I certainly didn't. Many of you know I published my first book in December 2006 and it's been a dream of mine for longer than I can remember to support myself solely on my fiction writing income. After many years of incredibly hard work, I managed to make that dream a reality and I left my post at The Leader to live the dream.
As I write this column, I am planning to be off work for an ROTC assignment.