If you knew former Gazette-Virginian news, sports and all-around science fiction knowing reporter Doug Ford, then you knew of his beloved cat Whiskers.

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.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, a time to look at your life and see what all you have to be thankful for.

This “new” policy regarding no recording at Halifax County Public Schools isn’t new at all.

“Don’t work for recognition but do work worthy of recognition,” is advice from American author H. Jackson Brown Jr. that we could all take. 

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.

Keaton Jones may be a household name at this point, a pseudo celebrity if you will, the latest every day kid to have his five minutes of fame in the spotlight.

We’ve all seen the photos and the jokes of the swarms of people who flood into stores to get that one toy on sale for $9.99 on Black Friday.

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.

If you’re on Facebook or listen to WAKG 103.3, I’m sure you haven’t been able to avoid the chatter or the videos from their recent competition, Sing For the Ring with Eden Jewelry.

I’ve felt like my world was crashing all around me, like I could hardly breathe, as if the unthinkable had happened, that he had hurt me. But even that wasn’t the end of the world.

Sometimes it’s nice to do some self-reflection, and sometimes we need an outsider to call us out before we reach the point of examining oneself.

Maybe there’s no right or wrong, black or white, line drawn in the sand answer to handling feelings or relationships.

The more I try to make plans, the more they change. Some will say, “it’s God’s will” that something did or didn’t happen; others say, “Things happen for a reason.”

Just doing my job ma’am. I get it, you don’t want me there, and I’m sorry that these circumstances have brought us both together to the scene of this car accident.

More often than not, I hear whining and complaining about people not being able to get a job, needing a job, how there are no jobs around here, etc.

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