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When it comes to the issue of abortion, some people are pro-life, and some people are pro-choice. I’ve never heard anyone say they’re pro-abortion.
We are in the midst of Teacher Appreciation Week, which is observed on this first week in May.
Everywhere I look I see Abe Lincoln, Charles Darwin or ZZ Top. Men with beards of varying lengths are everywhere. Sure there are still plenty of clean-shaven men around but it seems the beard is taking over the tonsorial world.
More than a few of my friends enjoy posting pictures and advertisements of old cars from the past on social media.
Most everyone today, except my mother and others like her, uses the internet for information and entertainment.
As I walk through Downtown these days, I see new, hipper places that have replaced the businesses from my youth.
Walking out the door of the Mokaska Coffee Company, I saw a strange but familiar figure walking up Edmond Street.
The Downtown St. Joseph YMCA has been closed since September 2020 and people are still bemoaning the fact. Just the other day a reader emailed me lamenting of there not being a fitness facility in the area. I cringe and sigh when I drive past the abandoned facility on Sixth and Charles streets.
No matter how much time has passed, the pain of suicide lasts for those closest to the people who died.
Just after we got out of Black History Month in February now comes Women’s History Month in March.
For as many years as I can remember, people have always given baby ducks and chicks to children as Easter gifts. That’s even after the age-old wisdom of not giving a gift of a pet that can be eaten.
In just a few more days we’ll be into March, the third month on the Gregorian calendar. But March actually used to be the first month of the year in the early Roman calendar, which was used until 1752 when we changed to the Gregorian new style.
It’s Black History Month but kids in some schools across the country will be denied the right to learn anything about it.
There seems to be a national month and day observance for everything from Black History Month and Women’s History Month to Chocolate Day and Read in Bathtub Day.
Here we are at yet another Black History Month. The theme for this year’s observance is “Black Health and Wellness.”
As a kid growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s, I remember the Black-owned businesses on Messanie Street in Midtown and some on Missouri Avenue in the South End. There was a thriving Black business community down by the river before my time as well.
The civil rights struggle covers more than 60 years of my life. I can pretty much categorize my life by its timeline.
Ramadhan Washington watched diabetes take the life away from his wife Helen one piece at a time. First she suffered a stroke, then paralysis took away use of her right side before she eventually had both of her legs amputated. She died at the age of 73.
Now we head into what’s called the dead of winter. A month ago, the holiday spirit knocked most of the sting out of the harshness of the season. Now there’s no holiday cheer or warmth to protect us from what lies ahead: Old Man Winter.
In a couple of days, we will arrive at a new year. And what a strange trip this past year has been. Actually, it’s been an odd beginning of this decade with the pandemic, presidential and election shenanigans, strange weather and the like.
