Familiar moments float to the surface of my memory pool at Easter time. I can’t imagine anyone not enjoying leisure time with the Sunday comics, but I believe my fondness for the funnies traces back to the Easter mornings I spent with Dallas Clapsadle.
To be invoked by all PTO parents, volunteer parents, and room mothers (and fathers and “significant others”) among us.
The scene, often repeated these bitterly political days, was straight out of Alice in Wonderland.
On March 3, U.
Although my daughters are, for the most part, pretty good kids, and I shouldn’t complain, I used to think no child rearing could be worse than my two little girls when they were fighting – until now that they are teens, they are both bigger than I am, and just as loud.
Winter wind, howling in the depths of December prompts us to wish to retreat to the easy chair beside the fireplace, a cup of something warm and steaming nestled in our chilly hands.
I didn’t set out to become a sell-out. I’m just saying. For the record and all. I had no intention of becoming an impersonal cog in the corporate machine.
It was an embarrassing moment for the White House and its free trade acolytes.
There, hat-in-hand before the agriculture commissioners, secretaries and directors of each state and four U.
A Feb. 28 decision that affects agriculture has been largely overshadowed by other news. But farms need to know about it.
It is no secret that managing a family business has its ups and downs.
Some family members may not have a desire to be involved in the business, while others want to understand and manage the business, but have never been given the opportunity to participate in making decisions.
A park pavilion covered the closest dry haven for the leggy teens who intermittently showed for practice.