Not so long ago I wrote a column about how my parents, during my formative years, often said I was hard-headed. They, of course, were talking about my mental state of mind. But it very well could have applied to the physical version, too.
Not long ago, I read an Associated Press article with the headline, “It's no longer safe to recline your airplane seat.”
I love Netflix. Now let me tell you why.It's not so much about watching movies, but more because there is seemingly unending documentaries to choose from.
For me, there are two major changes that have occurred since I began in this business.
The interview with Dorothy Julliard about her 21 years working at the Southern Ohio Pregnancy Center was done. It had gone well – two hours passed in what seemed like a few minutes – but I still felt like I had missed something.
This past weekend, I was honored to have been a bridesmaid at a friend's wedding.
My head filled with a mingled mash of opposing emotions, I watched the fading sherbet colors of sunset on our last night in South Dakota. I was sad we were leaving, but I was also feeling the excitement of going home.
The Hillsboro Police Department last Tuesday filed charges of fifth-degree felony theft against former Hillsboro firefighter David Snider Jr., and the social media hills were alive with the sounds of conspiracy.
Question: How many of you fathers out there really wanted to be in the delivery room when your wife, or the mother of your children, was giving birth to your babies?
To start off this column, here's a bit of a riddle:
I'm gone this week and in my place I have left these words.I've had the opportunity to explore a lot of our very diverse nation, but this week I get to see places I have never seen.
It's a well- known fact of life that all young people want to look and act older, and all old people want to look and act younger. In psychiatry, this is called “The Grass is Always Greener Syndrome,” which I just made...
Is medicine stronger than it used to be? I ask because of a kidney stone episode I had not so long ago.
As a kid, my nose was almost always in a book and chances are that book was probably (A) Nancy Drew, (B) Harry Potter, or (C) a collection of urban legends.
As I have been free to point out in previous columns, I tend to be a Gloomy Gus, and as I have also said previously, I'm OK with that. But sometimes a little reminder to smile is a very good thing, and I had one of those this week that ended up...
A few weeks ago, Tom Hughes of Hillsboro dropped off a bundle of old newspapers for me with a note reading, “If not interested, take to the library.”The library will have to do without.