It’s hard to believe, but the reality of life is that we have yet another election coming up. Next week the state will vote on several ballot measures confronting the perpetual problem of our state’s budget.
I get accused of hating women — a lot. I understand it. I take a hard line with women. I expect them to be honest and fair and upright and most importantly, forthright.
I was walking my dog in Virginia Avenue Park last week, when I struck up a conversation with one of the city workers. He’s a young man who was so happy and proud that he just landed a full-time position with the parks and recreation department.
Two self-effacing and humorous journalists, a sold out Broad Stage, one major industry on the verge of collapse and two ex-Mormon boys makes for an entertaining evening for me.
I’m a smoker. Well, I used to be. I grew up in a household where my father and brother each smoked three packs a day of cigarettes. I grew up hating the smell, the dirt from the ashes, and the fact that my clothes smelled.
In August of last year I wrote about my belief that parents should be forced to take an equal division of time in their children’s care. I don’t think it’s fair or equitable that the lion’s share of child rearing falls to the mother.
Irony. I just love it as a tool to emphasize a point. It has many definitions, one of which is, “incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs.
The lavender, spotted flowers of my orchid are dying and falling from their stalk. They lie around the base of the pot they were raised in, looking tired and spent.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
The “For Lease” signs are going up with greater regularity each day. The “For Sale” signs are getting dusty, all over town. Businesses are closing. Deflation is happening all across the board, that process whereby prices drop in order to get something going.
In 1994, “Straight from the Heart: A Love Story” was published. Written by two male bodybuilders who had fallen in love, the book chronicled their relationship.
Dear EarthTalk I don’t eat meat, for a variety of ethical and environmental reasons, and I’d rather not feed it to my cat, either. Do cats have to be carnivores? John McManus Needham, MA Unlike dogs and other omnivores, cats are true (so-called “obligate”) carnivores: They meet their nutritional nee
