I just returned from a morning walk in the fog. While I hate driving in fog, walking in it is another experience.
The world takes on a soft haze, its edges rounded off and colors dimmed. Sidewalk…
When I was younger, I couldn’t believe that I would reach an age where I would be walking in my mom’s orthopedic shoes. I don’t mean literally.
I mean that you can’t understand being old(er) unti…
When my children were small, we spent most of our free time taking them to parks. If you want to know about all the small hidden parks that were in the area 15 years ago and probably still are today…
When I started covering Navarre in the summer of 2020, I spent a lot of time on Concerned Citizens of Navarre’s Facebook page.
You can learn a lot about a community from pages like this. They hel…
I grew up with the sound of typing, as my mother sat in the kitchen writing letters to far away friends and family members. She had a Smith-Corona, inked by a ribbon that needed to be replaced regula…
I’m not always the sharpest technological pencil in the pack, so it took me a while to catch on to the fact that the ads appearing on my Facebook newsfeed were not just randomly things I liked. Like…
For Christmas this year, I got some of the most wonderful gifts of all – feedback from readers that they love Navarre Press and appreciate our role in the community.
A few people went out of the…
On Tuesday, the day this column was due, I erased everything I had written and started all over.
My original premise was to write about the homeless, since I always think of them when it’s hot o…
When I was a child, there was still such a thing as penny candy. It was taking its dying breaths, but it lived long enough for me to buy some.
People worry about inflation now, and rightfully so…
Anticipation is my drug of choice, and no time of year is more pleasing than the weeks leading up to Christmas.
I’m not much of a shopper anymore, having entered a phase of my life when getting…
