As I sit here exhausted, tearful and overcome by the smell of smoke, I need to write this to my family. The same thing happened…
Two printed columns in the last five months. Both about little ol’ me. The latest one is in today’s Standard Journal by Managing Editor Greg…
I’m the world’s worst genealogist. There, I said it. I can’t spell the word without Google. Searching records online? Combing cemeteries for gravestones? Sending away…
Drat! Looks like somebody found my speech notes to the latest class of journalists coming into the world. All 20 of them. 1. Don’t complain…
Found myself doing it again. Somebody asked me tonight how my week went, and without thinking, i launched into Chicken Little. Or maybe it sounded…