Opinion
It’s a new year – a time when many of us consider changing more than our calendars.
Power tools and potatoes are on my bucket list. One I want to use. The other I want to grow. I’ll let you take it from there.
When I was in school — and dinosaurs roamed the earth — everyone took a class called typewriting 101.
He bounded into the yard Saturday morning around 10 a.m., unannounced and uninvited, with an enthusiasm usually reserved for squirrels.
Yesterday, I accidently stepped on the cat’s tail, and she let me know I’d committed an error of a horrendous nature. I apologized profusely, of course, but she wasn’t in the mood to forgive. She doesn’t take kindly to tail endangerment.
Go green! Reduce, reuse, recycle! Be kind to Mother Earth. Protect our planet. The taglines promoting ecologically correct behaviors are as vast as our earnest plans to follow them.
A couple of messages on Facebook this week mentioned a big birthday and celebrity milestone that piqued my interest. The postings announced Barbie is 50 – and perkier than ever, thanks to the miracle of molded plastic.
