Opinion
I would love to hear their story
The year 2016 was a tough one. On March 11 at 11:15 a.m. our sister Olive went to be with the Lord. On April 24 at 9 a.m. our brother Ira went to heav...
He who wears the pants
I grew up in a time when men were men and women were women, and I suppose I received a strong helping of “machoism” that has not always se...
Congrats, grads … here’s some advice
Congratulations, graduating class of 2019:I never got a chance to give a speech at my own high school graduation, but I was close. Had 138 other membe...
Stolen saddles and a death
Linda Watson, a longtime friend, was chopping wood on a Martinsville farm when she came upon an eerie discovery — something she said she would n...
Politicians should be ashamed
Anyone who reads my articles knows I am hyper critical of the Ohio legislature’s insistence on meddling in the world of education despite their ...
We honor their memory, today and always
What we honor on Memorial Day is just as worthy of our memory today as it was yesterday.You may have observed the holiday by spending time with family...
By pausing to remember, you honor
I’ve become a stickler about some things after years of editing stories for newspapers and summing them up for a headline. Maybe that’s wh...
Sweet days of long ago
Not so long ago one of the columnists we publish regularly in this newspaper wrote about a book his sister, Rita Haley Butcher, authored. It is called...
One of the greatest gifts of love
The natural human instinct is to run away from danger. That panicky, heart-pounding urge to turn tail and flee is often good — it’s part o...
Can we go home again?
Memories are embedded in our minds, but people and places change.Someone once said, “Attempting to relive childhood memories is an exercise doom...
