Point of No Return
A capitalist society, such as ours, only truly blossoms when people find inspiration, set goals and put in the blood, sweat and tears to meet those goals.
Between the mountains of mashed potatoes and sneaky chowing down of my daughter’s Easter candy last weekend, I was shown an old magazine article by a family member that dominated much of our conversation for the next several minutes.
It was like the beginning of a zombie movie — only with a lot more smiles and dramtically less body decay.
Chemical attack in Syria. Suicide bombing in Russia. North Korea fires off another missile.
A recent tour of news around the world can make a person want to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over his or her eyes and just hope this is all a bad dream. It’s a helpless feeling to watch people suffer, mourn and die due to the selfish and cruel actions of others without having any ability to aid them, and, even if one did have the power or resources to assist... how?
I was 14 years old when I caught images of the Mayflower moving van on the news.
Curious as to why they would be showing a moving van driving in the snow as their lead story, I plopped myself down and turned up the volume on the television. No, this was most definitely not a cute story about a moving company helping people deal with the snow, or a sad story about a company that was facing tough economic times and would have to lay people off or shutter their doors for good. No, this was something worse.
The flowers are fighting through some random cold snaps to find their blooms, numerous seasonal businesses are beginning to open up their doors and Darin’s sinuses are more blocked than Central Avenue after a giant sinkhole appears underneath the asphalt, causing me to forget that the road is closed at that intersection about a million times over the...
Life comes packaged with a series of challenges.
There are numerous reasons I love my job.
It’s an outlet for me to pursue my love of grassroots community journalism, in a community that I adore and plan on raising my daughter in until she’s prepared to set her own course. I get the chance to work alongside the best newspaper publisher I have known in my 25 years in the business, and there have honestly never been two days in this job that are exactly alike.
So, I’m watching a poker tournament on television the other night — because that’s about as much excitement as I can handle these days after 9 p.m. — and I see a guy shove all his chips into the pot, holding A-9.
Well, this zealot-driven nastiness that has infected the rest of the nation has now infected our cozy little oasis by the shore.
Do you ever struggle with your vehicle’s fuel economy?
Sure, it’s not as big a deal as it was several years ago when we saw prices climb toward $5 a gallon, but you should still be concerned when a tank of gas no longer gets you as far as it used to, right? Of course, there might be a perfectly logical explanation for it that has nothing to do with your car’s efficiency.
The Atlanta Falcons and New England Patriots will square off in Sunday’s Super Bowl in Houston to decide who reigns supreme in the world of the National Football League for the 2016-17 season.
According to figures supplied by very respectable sources, inauguration crowds numbered in the...
Judging by the responses by people on my social media feeds Tuesday night, President Barack Obama’s “farewell” speech that evening was either, (a) a reminder that Obama and his family have been wonderful representatives of all that is good in the world, and champions of hope for the future, or, (b) Obama is a foreign-born agent of terrorists who has been diseasing our nation from the inside since the day the doctor smacked his backside.
The new year is like a clean slate, right?
Except when it isn’t.
In a lot of ways, 2016 was kind of for the birds.
Yes, we lost some talented musicians and actors, but doesn’t that happen every year? Going back five years to 2011, for example, we saw the deaths of Steve Jobs, Elizabeth Taylor, Peter Falk, Jane Russell, Amy Winehouse, Cliff Robertson, Bubba Smith and Randy “Macho Man” Savage. That doesn’t even include Col. Potter from M*A*S*H (aka, Harry Morgan) or James Arness.
We tend to identify Christmas in innumerable ways.
Life is a quest.
It is a quest for knowledge. A quest for love. A quest for material possessions. And a quest for the perfect bottle of wine to share with your cat.
It was 75 years ago on Dec. 7 when 353 aircraft flying under the flag of Imperial Japan launched an attack on the United States naval base at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii.
One of the most well-read sections of our paper online is the obituary listings.
That’s not uncommon, actually, as obituaries, sports and letters are traditionally popular sections of papers throughout the industry. People want to see if they knew someone who passed, how their favorite sports teams or athletes are faring and what issues are making people crazy at any given time.
Ours is a nation that excels the most when our eyes are planted firmly on the future.
Racist graffiti and damage done to churches, schools and municipal buildings across the country. Protestors spitting on the concept of peaceful and lawful assembly by doing their own damage and extending hate. It’s enough to make you want to climb a mountain, put together a hovel crafted of branches, dirt and whatever else one might find on top of a mountain and just trade in this life of insanity that envelops us for the quiet solitude of the mountain hermit.
Sitting at my desk on Wednesday morning, I was amazed by a sight outside my office window.
The sun was coming up over the horizon.
The end is nigh. The chickens are coming home to roost. The fat lady is singing, and the witching hour is now upon us.
Sometimes, you have to go home to know that you’re not really home.
It’s been said that the path of an individual’s life is often set by a series of decisions.
There’s a lot at stake in this presidential election.
For starters, there’s a swing seat open in the Supreme Court of the United States. Whoever wins the presidential election will (presumably) be afforded the opportunity to offer a nominee for that position and influence the way the highest court in the land leans for the next several years.
Ubaldo Jimenez? Really?
Once again, “The People” have spoken.