Two of the most destructive hurricanes in our country’s history just finished ravishing the coastline of our southern seaboard, and it made for great T
Pictures coming out of Williston, N.D., and Homer, Alaska, are beginning to make me worry.
Some of this year’s biggest political issues have not been the big, drawn-out battles that take place in Lansing or Washington, D.C.
In my early teens, my ears began to ring. Friends and family began to sound like what I can best describe as the voice of Charlie Brown’s teacher. At the time, I had chalked it up to just not paying attention as well as I should have.
When I voted for Hillary Clinton in the general election, I, like many other Americans, swallowed my distaste for her personality to do the right thing — avoid electing a man whose policies threatened the very fabric of our democracy and time-tested values.
Not long ago, when iPods could effortlessly moonlight as bricks with buttons and the term “millennial” had not yet been spoken into existence, baseball was all the rage.