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...
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 why...
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....
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...
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 doomed to failure,...
All gave some, some gave all
A bullet pinged past the soldier’s ear as he crouched behind bushes near the frontlines. A soldier near him suddenly lurched forward, letting out...
It really wasn’t that great
If we are honest with ourselves, our psyches become stuck in a period within our lives that we have found to be most pleasing,...
‘Dear student’… a few words of advice
Dear student,This school year seemed to go by more quickly than all of the others. The older you get, the more you’ll realize that...
Thanks, mom, for a lifetime of stories
Once when he was very little my brother asked my mother if the iron she was using to press my dad’s shirts was hot.“Why...
It was murder … we thought
It was a little before midnight, and the credits for Raymond Chandler’s movie “Farewell, My Lovely” had just rolled as my wife, Brenda, and...