Opinion
Jan was my neighbor.
You wouldn’t have known her because she and Dar didn’t get out much.
They moved here in ’07 on account of the veterans home. They were two retired army nurses traveling across the countryside when the home caught their eyes. So they stayed. They and three cats — Willie, Annie...
The final step in clearing my attic for our new homeowners was removing several Rubbermaid tubs of toys that had survived the keep-or-throw process.
In 19 years of accumulating toys, we had thrown very few away. Once the boys outgrew them or stopped playing with them, I simply packed them away —...
Experiences often shape who we are and define what we become in life.
No one knows that better than Juan Carreon, a 19-year-old I met for the first time during his graduation ceremony on April 15.
The informal afternoon gathering at Pizza Ranch was full of smiles, congratulatory conversations and...