It will probably come as no surprise to hear that I have always loved words. As a former broadcast journalist, a writer, a pun enthusiast, and an all-around extrovert, words [CLICK TO READ MORE]
You’ve probably heard of a Daddy Daughter Dance, but how about a Daddy Daughter Dance class? That’s exactly what several daring and caring local dads participated in last week, as [CLICK TO READ MORE]
At one of the lowest points of my life, I found hope at the bottom of a bright red, 60-year-old, hand-me-down crockpot. It was mid-December and despite my determination, Operation [CLICK TO READ MORE]
One raw November evening just days after the 2016 election I stood with my husband and three kids in the crowded waiting area of our local Middle Eastern restaurant. As [CLICK TO READ MORE]
I spend most Saturday mornings in my happy place: the lap pool. That’s where, in an attempt to channel my inner Katie Ledecky (or maybe her mom…or a very cool [CLICK TO READ MORE]
If you would have told me a month ago that I’d be spending what little free time I have watching a pregnant giraffe pace around her pen and not have [CLICK TO READ MORE]
I was going to make a joke about how I accidentally tossed out the Week 3 update of our 40 Days, 40 Bags group in a massive decluttering binge, but [CLICK TO READ MORE]
It’s been two weeks since I issued the challenge to myself and the nearly 200 people who joined my Facebook group: remove one bag of excess “stuff” from your home [CLICK TO READ MORE]
After months of trying to declutter on my own, I decided to launch an accountability/support group on Facebook for anyone wanting to really give it a go. [CLICK TO READ MORE]
I’ve never been a hat person. I have way too much hair and it’s far too unruly to be contained under any dome-shaped contraption. If I try, it will either [CLICK TO READ MORE]
Most broadcasters get their start in small markets- places like Glendive, Montana; or Alpena, Michigan, but my first gig was international. It was 1994, I had recently graduated from college, [CLICK TO READ MORE]
If love means never having to say “I’m sorry,” then loving two little boys means never having to say “I’m sorry, this bathroom is just too clean for words!” Oh, [CLICK TO READ MORE]
Holiday celebrations are some of the best parts of living in a small town, and my town does not disappoint. As Christmas approaches, our Main Street. is decked out in [CLICK TO READ MORE]
When I was a freshman in high school, a book of short essays by the American pastor Robert Fulghum called “All I Really Need to Know I learned in Kindergarten,” was [CLICK TO READ MORE]
“Mama, will you braid my hair?” my little girl asks sweetly. Truth be told, while my styling ability is minimal, I relish any opportunity I get to run my fingers [CLICK TO READ MORE]
Brighton resident Mona Shand, one of The Livingston Post’s “Voices,” won honorable mention in the 2016 Erma Bombeck Writing Competition for her essay “My Dad, The Egyptian Astronaut.” The competition [CLICK TO READ MORE]
I can’t say that I’ve ever been a big fan of Mondays. Sure, sometimes Mondays are a bit of a relief- a respite from the craziness that more than 48 [CLICK TO READ MORE]
My youngest child is obsessed with counting. He counts everything he sees: school buses in the morning, ants on the sidewalk in the afternoon sun, peas on his plate at [CLICK TO READ MORE]
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