“Where are you going to college?”
The anti-Semitic slayings in Overland Park are yet the latest example of domestic terrorism being a function of the extreme right. My heart goes out to the victims and their families.
A mostly cool mom left an open mic night at a rock school with her 6-year-old son and plenty of questions.
Does everybody flub misheard lyrics?
A million hearts ache for your loss, weeping together, and we hug our loved ones tighter in your son’s memory.
Petey is a little white and black stray cat who, in one of the more unorthodox adoptions in the annals of pet rescue, last week was neutered, vaccinated and checked over.
It has been a long journey for Obamacare, but a train wreck it is not. The no prisoners taken, no quarters given fight may have been worth it, although the nation’s other business has been stiffed by the Republicans’ monomania for three years.
“You are the Imelda of Mulch,” my friend Denise commented on a picture of my gardening shoes.
Seat belts don't prevent all car-related deaths. But they certainly help.
The question would nag at me usually as I drove to yet another horribly written, kid-targeted movie knowing that the most I’d get out of it is an outing with my child, a bucket of popcorn and a little nap in a dark theater: When do their tastes meet mine?
Word spread across the aisles of Hy-vee, into the Northland and out into cyberspace: Lynette Britt needs support for an internet campaign that would give her a new smile. I heard about it from another of Lynette’s regulars, my elementary school librarian. (And that’s how community works, folks.) Before long, the buzz was all about Lynette.
About 10 years ago, former Vice President Al Gore stated that “in 10 years, there will be no snow on Kilimanjaro.” Actually, there is snow on Kilimanjaro at this time, and it is apparently slowly increasing.
Some schools set up their drop-off lanes better than others and some parents avoid it at all costs. I think it’s a good barometer of people’s character.
In about a week, my son and I will head north and east to make a film about a touching relationship. It’s a music video for the song “Major Williams’ Mule,” which is drawn from a hobo stew of fact, imagination and a writer’s affection.
Thank you, Cokie Roberts: My 8-year-old is now a feminist.
I dropped the ball. I blanked. Spring break got sprung on me.
It is beyond ludicrous to blame an entire race for the misbehavior of a few. Would we say the country should get rid of Europeans after rich kids trash a mansion?
Russia scuttles an old destroyer blocking a harbor in the Ukraine, which prevents the Ukrainian navy from entering the Black Sea. How is that not an “act of war”?
Missouri state Sen. Wayne Wallingford, a Cape Girardeau Republican, has a bill that would give a person the right to refuse service as long as he was “substantially motivated by religious belief.”
There’s hard luck and then there’s Camden hard luck. With fewer than 200 people and about as many buildings that need serious attention, this Missouri town has endured losing a state highway, its public school and a vibrant riverfront to time.
I won the lottery. Not the set-for-life financial lottery, but a coveted spot on a cool field trip.
Its a surreal feeling to know you are about to see another person die. Whether you believe capital punishment is well-deserved justice or state-sanctioned murder, it is a difficult act to witness.
I’m wearing a hat constantly these days. I take it off only when my head hurts, and at bedtime. This hat is black — fitting, considering I’m mourning something lost.
I don’t know if our most recent snow day will truly be the last one of the year, but it was the last one that we had. By that day, like many families, we were experienced and surprises were hard to come by.
I buy my hats at thrifts, mostly at the Salvation Army here in Richmond. Hats at this treasure trove of thrifty treats cost just 50 cents, so I buy as many as I want. As a result, the closet at home is overflowing.