Molly Stevens arrived late to the writing desk but is forever grateful her second act took this direction instead of adult tricycle racing or hoarding cats. She was raised on a potato farm in northern Maine, where she wore a snowsuit over both her Halloween costume and her Easter dress.
I have a family history of colon cancer so my doctor insists I undergo a colonoscopy every five years. At least that’s the goal. I procrastinated as long as I could, but now I’ve got another success story in my medical record. Here’s how it went.
Isn’t it time we separated the Religion of Sports from State and banned singing the National Anthem at sporting events? I say, “Yes” with an enthusiastic “Hip, Hip, Hooray!”
During my vacation, I wandered the streets like a vagabond, and by the fourth day, I summoned the courage to talk with one of the real street people. This is part 2 of my conversation with Susan.
During my vacation, I wandered the streets of Portland like a vagabond, and by the fourth day, I summoned the courage to talk with one of the real street people. This is part 1 of my conversation with Susan.
Over the years I’ve come to a deeper appreciation for why we need to celebrate the bitter with the better when it comes to Easter time. That’s not easy for a shallow person. It only took me 63 years to get it.
President Trump has picked a lousy time to ban leprechauns with St. Patrick’s Day on the calendar this week. And as with all sweeping decisions this ban has had some unexpected and disastrous consequences. Read full post to see how you can help save tradition.