Recently a friend of mine said people act like getting COVID-19 is the equivalent to getting an STD.
I was watching the live broadcast of the governor when my friend messaged me saying the protestors in D.C. had made their way past the barricades and into the Capitol.
I’ve never been one to make new year’s resolutions. You likely won’t hear me talking about losing weight, getting more active or eating healthier — even though I’m sure that’s something I need to do.
Recently my family has been getting into the holiday spirit by putting up the Christmas tree, wrapping presents, getting Christmas cookies to decorate, riding to see Christmas lights and watching Christmas classics as well as some newer Christmas movies.
Yesterday was Giving Tuesday, the day where individuals are encouraged to give back on the day following the weekend shopping extravaganza that includes Black Friday, Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday.
At Bethel Baptist Church on Sunday, the Rev. Kevin Moen read from Psalm 100 that says, “Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.”
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month an armistice was signed in Compiegne, France to cease fighting in World War I between the Allied nations and Germany.
The other night I watched a captivating video of a teacher reaching out to her school board in another area about the struggles of teachers.
We’re six days away from Election Day, and the last time I checked with the local registrar, a fourth of county voters had already chosen to vote early or absentee in the upcoming General Election.
Monday morning I found myself having a case of the Monday blues with a 2-year-old who didn’t want to get ready, fog for as far as I could see when driving and a growing checklist greeting me at work that seemed never-ending.
“Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain,” is a quote by famed comedian, actress and writer Lily Tomlin, and it’s one I’ll have to agree with.
Sometimes it’s nice just to think back, and being that July 4 weekend is coming up, I can’t help but think of all the ways we’ve celebrated over the years.
With Mother’s Day approaching, I’ve done my usual brainstorming of ways to show my mother how much I appreciate her, and I came across this poem titled, “Now that I’m a mother.” Author unknown.
Stigma, “a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person,” as Oxford Dictionary defines it has been attached to several diseases, socioeconomic status and more over the years — COVID-19 or the coronavirus is no different.
As everyone sits around their Christmas tree, menorah, kinara or any other holiday symbol with their family this year, keep in mind what’s important – family.
The other day as my friend pumped her gas, I heard from inside the car a noise I had become familiar with “gas station TV,” one of the many screens that we constantly have in our face.
I understand that print journalism and broadcast journalism are two completely different ball games, but with Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Irma and Hurricane Jose in full force as this column is being written, I can’t help but question the tactics of some broadcast journalists.
This past Saturday was the two-year anniversary of the tragic event that took the lives of two young, vibrant individuals, news reporter Alison Parker and video journalist Adam Ward of WDBJ7.