America needs new jobs, sustainable ones. As we continue to recover from economic downfall and a dwindling job market, this nation’s workforce waits anxiously for stability to return.
Mother’s Day just passed and I can’t help recalling those times when my grown-up children were those adorable babies. I cherish those minutes that I held them high in the air and they made me laugh because they laughed — and my heart was so overflowing with love that it ached.
What happens when you get a parking ticket you think you didn’t deserve? You could pay the fine and chalk it up to a “bad day,” or you could contest it.
I’m glad I’m not a kid today. It doesn’t look like as much fun as when I was a boy. Maybe outside urban areas it’s still fun, but from where I stand, when I watch children these days, I see over protected, insulated, and sheltered kids and I wonder how they are going to manage later in life after gr
Q: Unfortunately, I was involved in a minor traffic collision this past weekend. Both vehicles were not damaged too badly and they were both safe to drive.
Readers often ask where I get the ideas for my columns. (Some have asked why I bother, but that’s another issue.) Today’s offering has a rather circuitous evolution.
Dear New Shrink, I feel jealous of so many of my friends and after watching the royal wedding, I am even more jealous. Both of them had, as many of my friends do, mothers that doted on them (even though poor William lost his mother so tragically.
A few years ago, I was in Denver for the Democratic National Convention when I witnessed a revolution taking place. Not the political revolution that the rest of America heard about; no, this was a bicycle revolution.
A few years ago, I was in Denver for the Democratic National Convention when I witnessed a revolution taking place. Not the political revolution that the rest of America heard about; no, this was a bicycle revolution.
In the nine years, seven months and 24 days since Sept. 11, 2001, not too many cloudless, crystal clear blue sky days have passed in which I haven’t been reminded of that one that shone brightly in the warm, early autumn morning when I scrambled desperately along with most of my immediate family to
Well before the catastrophe at Fukushima began unfolding, a familiar word was heard in discussions about plans to build a new generation of reactors in this country.
Some time after 3 a.m. on Friday, commoner Kate Middleton walked into London’s famed Westminster Abbey and left Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, Princess of Wales, married to Prince William of Wales.
