Almost as soon as we moved to the area 25 years ago, we started getting occasional calls for “Dr. Rudman.” People wanted to make appointments or cancel them for this doctor who shares our name. At t…
A life fully lived is one where you have proven yourself wrong dozens, maybe even hundreds of times.
I’m not talking about giving a cashier the wrong change and then catching your own error. I’m…
Earlier this year, I got a summons in the mail indicating that I’d been selected to serve as a juror in a federal court trial.
It’s hard to find the right word to describe my reaction. “Thrilled” doe…
When we moved to Northwest Florida more than 20 years ago, it looked very different.
There was more “old Florida,” the buildings were shorter and the pier in Okaloosa County was still damaged fr…
Every day several times a day, the Apple watch my kids got me last year sends me an annoying reminder. Breathe, it tells me. Just breathe.
My immediate impulse is to argue with this piece of tech…
Many of you have been driving up and down U.S. Highway 98 for decades, trying to keep a safe distance from the car in front of you and an eye on the rearview mirror to make sure no one crashes into…
As I write this, almost exactly to the day one year ago, I got my family back.
They hadn’t abandoned me. They were out doing what they were supposed to be doing – growing up, making mistakes, fin…
In the six months I have been editor of the Navarre Press, I have met just one family who lost a loved one to COVID-19 in Santa Rosa County.
Evelyn Keating, whose husband Dennis was hospitalized…
I was raised on a steady diet of platitudes. The early bird gets the worm. Every cloud has a silver lining. A picture is worth a thousand words.
Like so many things I told my children, phrases l…
It’s been three years since I took a careless step into a puddle of water at an athletic event and tore my hamstring muscles.
I remember slowly doing something like the splits and feeling a tear…
