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Columns

  • There's only so much time in the day

    Sandi, a friend of mine who lives in Miami, and I don't talk very often, about once a month. But Sandi invariably tells me things that make me look at life's little things a little differently.

    She was complaining to me about her sister. She swears that the girl is one of the laziest people ever put on earth. But she said what bothers her most is that her sister always wants something in a hurry.

  • This weather is for the birds

    I don't like talking about the weather very much because there's nothing anyone can do about it. Here it is mid-October, almost time for Halloween and the World Series, and it still feels like early August.

    The past weekend was sheer misery for me. I don't like hot weather because it  takes me a long time to cool down. I can always put on enough clothes in winter but getting cool after exposure to extreme heat is a different thing.

  • Time for some new traditions

    Every now and again, I stare at the computer screen while it mocks me. And believe it or not, I don’t have a thing to say. But it’s OK...sooner or later, something comes to me and I have no trouble hammering out a column.

    As I thought about what to write for this week, I realized that the holiday season is here...October is almost gone, and with the passing of Halloween, the holidays will officially begin. And it’s all downhill from there.

  • This whole poll is, like, so annoying

    According to a recent national Marist Poll, many Americans can’t stand the word “whatever.”

    Forty-seven percent of those polled found the word to be the most, like, annoying. “You know” is second, at 25 percent, and “it is what it is” comes in third at 11 percent. Other words or phrases that are like, whatever, include, “anyway” and “at the end of the day.”

  • Mosquitoes are effective...no matter how small

    I posted a comment on my Facebook page the other day that started me thinking...the comment is: If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in the dark with a mosquito.

    I’m sure we’ve all been in that predicament. You’re in bed, trying to get to sleep, and you hear that familiar, high-pitched whine...and you know you are not alone. Funny how the thought of just that tiny mosquito can overtake your need for sleep.

    But that’s just it...that tiny mosquito is not too small to be effective.

  • We've got to stop violence among teens

    Last week a 13-year-old girl was choked by her boyfriend, who is 16, because she looked at another boy. I am told that incidents like this one occur almost daily. The girl said she didn't want anything to happen to him.

    During a meeting a week ago, I had the opportunity to talk with some young ladies about things that bother them most. The youngest in the group was 15 and her concerns were for the safety of her friends. Their boyfriends, she said, hit them when they "get out of line."

  • Everything...and I mean everything...should have warning labels

    I fell victim to a nasty sinus infection last week. I think it had been coming on for several days, as I’d been sniffly and sneezy for a while, along with a few other symptoms, including a headache and achy joints.

    But I quickly made my way to the doctor, and got a Z-Pack, which is a fast way to get over anything that ails you.

  • A shadow is a very good thing

    Last week a young man from Florida A&M University called me. He said he was a journalism student and was interested in a career shadowing experience. My first thought was that I was busy Thursday with a trial, my regular work and a lecture at the art center. I did not want to be a babysitter for someone who, when they found out that journalists make no money, would run for a higher paying job.

  • They can tear down the building, but not our memories

    They tore our high school down. Now, that will frost your wheat cakes. Most of us were out of town when it happened. I have no idea who makes those kinds of decisions. I’m sure it had something to do with growth, progress and asbestos-free ceiling tile. I don’t believe anyone in our class got a vote in the deal.

  • Passing on the wisdom to the next batter

    Aw, shucks! The ball bounced weakly on two hops right back to the pitcher. My heart sank. With men on second and third I had dug in just seconds before thinking I was going to be the hero. It was not to be the case this at-bat. A thousand thoughts raced through my head as the ball sank into the pitcher’s mitt, none of them good. Failure is not a pleasant companion. I was already two steps toward first base, going through the motions of hustling out the play.