People often ask me if it’s difficult to come up with a subject matter to write about every single week. Sheesh, peshwa and tsk! I mean, to even suggest that a hip, cool, inquisitive, environmentally conscience, in-the-know, well-informed, seasoned writer who just happens to be mom of ...
I was watching an episode of this summer’s first set of the final installment of “Stranger Things” when it happened. Wait, what? Do not even tell me y’all still haven’t watched Netflix’s breakout hit, number one program, highest-rated series — and quite possibly, maybe even ...
The other day I sat down with Kyle to see what he was so intently watching on the telly. Lo and behold, it was the Amber Heard / Johnny Depp trial. Or what I like to refer to as the case of the “Hollywood People Who Have Too Much Money, No Scruples (on either side) and are Acting Like Spoiled Rotten Brats.” Inside of four minutes, I developed a fairly significant headache. Pretty sure it was a mild migraine. It immediately inspired me to pen this little sonnet: Amber and Johnny, sitting in room. With a real-live judge and jurors, too. First came her claims, then came ...
Have you ever wondered what your favorite celebrity, musician, actor or otherwise famous person would be like if you met them face to face? I recently read a story that included a ton of comments from regular old Joes and Josephines like you and me. Its focus was on their encounters with ...
SENIORS TO MEET: Lowellville Senior Citizens will meet noon June 3 at Gianna’s Catering. Guest speaker will be Rich Morgan. Reservations for $8 lunch must be made by May 29. Call Paula at 330-718-2856. Illnesses should be reported to Martha, sunshine chairwoman, Martha at 330-360-8030. GATHERING PLACE: The Gathering Place Senior Center at Lord of Life, 550 N. Broad St., Canfield, is a free community outreach social program offered to all senior citizens the second Monday of each month. For more information, contact Woody Gingery at 330-360-0419 or the church at ...
I still remember the day. Seems like it was just a few years back. It was a gorgeous, sunny late summer morning that felt more like July than September — which was NOT the reason I was sweating, by the by. Sigh. It was the day I officially dropped Kyle off at pre-school for the first time. Hard gulp. I was terrified. He was thrilled. I was crying. He was giddy. He was skipping and singing. I was stumbling and sobbing. How was I possibly going to do this? I had never, in the 1,400.0951 days since his early arrival, had I EVER left him alone with ...
