This past Monday morning I woke up suddenly at 5:22 a.m. hearing what sounded to me like gunshots.
Mom was here for her annual visit last week.
There’s something so satisfying about getting out of bed when the world is still dark and quiet and resting. Making the coffee gives us time to scratch and think.
Shake off the blues, put on your shoes and tell grandma the news: the next generation iPhones are here.
Recall the old television commercial, the one that was easy to ignore because your mind told you something like that could never happen here?
What if we held politicians to the same standards as football players?
My heart has been heavy since hearing the devastating news that a good portion of my hometown was destroyed by a wildfire.
Just sit right back and you’ll endure a tale…a week from today, Sept. 26, marks the 50th anniversary of the classic TV sitcom “Gilligan’s Island.”
On a recent visit to the Goldendale Observatory, I was able to view the Milky Way Galaxy.
When we first noticed the baby sparrow, here at the house, it saddened us all.
Did you ever have a week in which you had an impossible amount of work to complete, yet somehow got it done?
Let’s get to the burning national media issue of the week - Ray Rice and spousal abuse.
I’m at my wit’s end trying to figure out the messy county races we have to decide this November.
In honor of his entirely fictional pet squirrel, Doc is calling the annual golf tournament the Chipper Invitational this year.
America is built on the philosophy of bootstrapping, or pulling yourself up through your own talents and abilities. And no tool is better suited for doing that than a good education.