I don’t remember exactly when or where it was that I first met Donna Olson. I know it was at one of the breakfast or lunch events I went to as part of my job at the local paper; while I’m fuzzy on the details, the one thing I quickly learned was that sitting at the same table as Donna meant you were in for a lot of fun. Donna, who worked at the Howell Carnegie District Library at the time, was one of the friendliest, funniest, warmest human beings I’ve ever met. She had this huge, infectious smile, and … Continue reading Mourning the loss of Donna Olson