Health & Fitness column
Over the years I’ve encountered many different people. Having lived in military towns like Norfolk, Va., and in large cities like Chicago, I have met individuals from all ethnicities, economic, and religious backgrounds.
Yesterday an interfaith worship service was held in Boston to begin the process of healing across our nation in the aftermath of the horrific bombing at the Boston Marathon.
Each week Albany Herald researcher Mary Braswell looks for interesting events, places and people from the past. You can contact her at (229) 888-9371 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
If you need any further proof that our society is crumbling at its core, I now read that Sears has decided to discontinue family portraits.
We are about to leave the chill of winter’s hangover — not with regrets, but with anticipation of spring’s sunshine and balmy temperatures, which will offer more opportunity for outdoor recreation.
The Dixie Diva column
To be just downright honest, I never expected to miss him this much. And, if the deeper truth be told, perhaps it isn’t just the loss of a singular man, though great and admirable he was.
Have you ever found yourself in a struggle with someone because they seem to push back every time you tried to tell them something about themselves or tell them what they needed to do?
Health & Fitness column
Most of us know a friend or family member (it may even be you!) who will drive a car until the wheels fall off. I had a friend that drove an old Honda that was almost 20 years old with 200,000 plus miles on it.
‘See, I told you, Mom,” the young man said as he held his mother by the arm and turned her around in my direction, not two feet from me and uncomfortably teetering on the cusp of my personal space.
When one thinks of singing Schubert, the realization almost immediately comes to mind that he (she) is about to take a serious leap into the depth of song literature.
It is disconcerting to contemplate the amount of stuff that middle class Americans own. Whereas the average size of an American home in 1960 was 983 square feet, that average home had mushroomed something like 250 percent in 2011 to 2,480 square feet, even while the average number of people living in the home shrank. My own family history closely mirrors this trend. My parents raised four children; the six of us lived in a three-bedroom, one-bath house with incredibly small closets. I could not imagine now living in such a home. It couldn’t contain all our stuff.
By the time you read this article, one of the great events in America will have begun its annual destruction of egos of the greatest golfers in the world.
If you are a baseball player, you get to wear your uniform all your life. When he quit managing the Dodgers, you still would see Tommy Lasorda in his familiar No. 2 at Vero Beach every spring-before the Dodgers lit out for Glendale, Ariz., jilting a community which had supported the team and provided limitless incentives for decades.
The Dixie Diva
A major New York publisher sent a review copy of a much touted novel called “If Jack’s In Love.” Because I write about the South and because this book had won the Willie Morris Award for Southern Fiction, the book’s publicist followed up with an email.
My heart sank. The news that Annette Funicello died flashed across the television screen during “Entertainment Tonight.” Her face and the recap of her life — from her days as a mouseketeer on Disney’s “The Mickey Mouse Club” to interviews focusing on the reason she disappeared from the limelight — stirred my emotions.