I'm getting ready to take a mini vacation. I recently had a conversation with my significant other and told him that I wasn't sure what clothes to take on our trip.
He was confused. "What do you mean? It's casual," he said.
Well I know that, but my casual wardrobe is more complicated than his. I pointed out that it's easy for him because his casual wardrobe consists of golf shirts, jeans or khaki pants, and shorts. That's it. All he has to figure out is what color shirt and pants to wear. His shirts ...
I have spent the better part of the past four years sharing stories of my children. Jackson, our oldest, has been the topic of many columns. As I've said on numerous occasions, his five years on this planet have been a great learning experience for both of us.
As Jackson continues to grow and thrive, our youngest Madelyn is quickly trying to keep up. Madelyn, our second and last child, is now teaching me a whole new set of lessons.
She is everything her brother is not and a constant reminder that parenting is not a cookie cutter skill ...
As is the case with many small town papers, much of what we share in our once-a-month columns here on the 'perspective' page is of a personal nature. It's a way for readers to get to know the reporters and myself a little better; what makes us tick, our likes and dislikes.
Many of you responded with emails, personal contacts, phone calls, and even a couple of sympathy cards when I shared the loss of my nearly 18-year-old cat a few months ago. The cat had come with me when I made the cross country relocation from upstate New ...
Okay, here's the scenario. You're on the tail end of a late drive home and you're less than a mile away from the house when the fiery red lights of a fire truck and ambulance catch your eye in front of you on the horizons.
Obviously you pick up speed and you make the second to last right to get to your house and the ambulance tailing the fire truck in seemingly guiding you to your destination.
The fire truck stops directly in front of your home and the ambulance pulls in behind the multiple-ton emergency vehicle ...
In Oregon, they say, it rains nearly every day and the residents have webbed feet to prove it. That's an exaggeration. I've just returned from a week's vacation in Oregon and can testify the overcast sky cleared by noon on five days out of seven and the locals do not have skin between their toes like ducks.
The temperatures were in the low 70s and balmy by my reckoning. The kind of summer weather I was used to while growing up in England.
There were plenty of illegal fireworks bursting in the air Saturday night, July 4 - and a few fires as a result, one of which burned 11 acres at Duck Cove at Woodward Reservoir - but while several illegal fireworks were confiscated, no citations were given within the City of Oakdale, said officials.
I am preparing to play my first real golf game. I've been taking private lessons with a pro for a little while and it's time to hit the links. My significant other - who's always itching to play golf - says I'm ready for a round. I'm not sure that I feel ready but I'm going to give it a try anyway. Until now, about the closest I've gotten to playing is driving the cart.
I was having a conversation recently with a girlfriend about our upcoming class reunion. We were talking about being in our 30s and lamenting about changes in how we looked - I was actually doing more of the lamenting. Though I'm a lot the same since the last reunion, some things are now definitely different. Instead of just talking about the right dress and a suntan, now it's about the right dress and sun damage.