I think we can all agree that we have seen quite enough of the candidates running for office
So when is it time to throw stuff away?
After a few days of trying to figure out just what I have NOT already written about, good ole Dr. Phil came through
Is it just me, or does it seem that everyone is seeking their "15 minutes of fame?"
It was just another Saturday morning in the kitchen with Sister
What is a dream?
And the opioid debate continues
I often read inquiries on the local Kingman site from people who are thinking about making a move to our city
I’m still half asleep, but figured I should get this on paper before I forget the details.
There are those who just love to read, and those of us who just love to write
Maybe every once in a while us old people just need a kick in the butt to remind us that we always need to be kind and courteous
We need to know when and where to draw the line
Remembering dear old, Dad
I just passed the four-year mark as a Kingman resident
I am curious as to what makes certain people be negative about everything from good news to just sharing information with them
Sadly we learned of yet another school shooting
So I ask you, how many times can you write about Mother's Day?
Is there no longer any family tradition left?
In this crazy world of school shootings, horrific cases of animal abuse, and other nasty happenings, the phone scammers are also in full force.
I know us old folk sometimes have a tough time relating to the kids of today.
I found myself watching “Hoarders” this morning.
First off, let me say that I have the utmost respect for all teachers.
We lit a candle for Dad.
Try to imagine for just a moment that you are a convicted felon.
So, I got to thinking this morning about something that has become a rare commodity.
Who can remember “Reefer Madness?” Yikes. That stuff was practically turning people into zombies!
This countdown to Christmas has gone by way too fast.
I have now come to the conclusion that maybe I am "Older Than Dirt."
Anyone who has ever loved a dog knows the pain of saying "goodbye."
Wow. Fats Domino is gone.
Once again we are blessed with an ever so small increase in social security.
Pumpkin Spice coffee creamer is here.
Another close call for yours truly this morning.
I believe that most of us either know of a child with autism, or may have a child or grandchild who is affected.
Do you believe in the spirit world?
The Goodwill store is coming to my neighborhood.
Twenty years ago I sent a letter to the editor, while living in Washington state.
"If not for bad luck, I would have no luck at all."
The dictionary I use defines a friend as "a person one knows with whom they have a bond of mutual affection, excluding a family member."
I recently read in the Daily Miner an article on tourism in our community.
Just the other day while browsing the coffee aisle at Walmart, I noticed that once again the container had shrunk.
Kmart is closing. Oh, say it isn't so. I hate to see yet another chain store head to the chopping block.
Kmart is closing. Oh, say it isn't so.
I am always surprised by the things we seem to pass on to our children and grandchildren, not just the dark eyes or big feet.
It all started about a month ago when we noticed the bathroom sink drain was slowing up.
So here I sit in front of the screen wondering just what to write about this week.
Those who read my blogs have probably figured out that my dad had a unique sense of humor.
June is well upon us and that means lots of graduations, family vacations and, of course, weddings.
If you read the obituaries as most of us do, you have probably never read anything unkind about the recently departed.
Now that we have all shared some lasting Mother's Day moments, it leads me to start thinking about Father's Day.