Hi, Mom! Sunday is Mother’s Day. I’m the kid who made you a mom way back in… well, we don’t need to go into all that. It was so last century. But Tuesday was your 86th birthday. I don’t think you can blame all your gray hair on me anymore. Nature gets the assist. Wasn’t it fun ...

St. Elizabeth Boardman Hospital BLOSE, Stephanie and Andrew, of Kinsman, a daughter May 9 GORE, Aerianna and Alex Pelley, of East Liverpool, a daughter May 9 MARSTELLAR, Emily and John, of Mineral Ridge, a son May 9 SMITH, Gabrielle and Charles, of New Springfield, a son May ...

To paraphrase Mark Twain, “’Tis a terrible death to be punned to death.” Sadly, I came across a new lot of tearable — er, terrible — puns. This is not a judgment call. It said so in bold letters right at the top of the page: “These puns are tearable.” It was one of those ...

Many years ago, poet Robert Frost penned the famous lines, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.” Bob, buddy, I know what you mean. I got lost too. A wrong turn, and wrong turn there, and next thing you know, ...

After 30 years of living in a house in the country, I’ve moved to a small apartment in the city. It’s dorm life all over again, but with bad knees and fewer escapades involving random male stupidity. I grew up in the country, where we boys could run, holler, spit and throw things all we ...

Stop me if you’ve heard this before, but now that summer nears, I’m going to get back in shape. Oh, you’ve heard that one before have you? Well, I mean it this time. No seriously. Ah, c’mon, that wasn’t supposed to be the humorous part of this column. I started yesterday. Well, ...