Gotta love those senior moments.
As I grow older, I’m constantly amazed at how the simple messages I grew up with are the most meaningful.
During August I spent two weeks in the Washington, D.C./Baltimore area helping my daughter move. I feel like I have seen every stretch of freeway between Baltimore and College Park, Maryland, several times over!
I have always thought that Thomas Crapper invented the toilet, but he didn’t. John Harington invented the flushing toilet in 1596 and several others improved upon it. But Crapper owned a company whose insignia included his last name, and he also was the first to promote sanitary plumbing whe…
July is crabbing month in Warm Beach. I cannot remember a year when I haven’t gone crabbing with my mom and dad, and now my husband. It’s a ritual everyone in Warm Beach (and all the beaches on Port Susan and Saratoga Passage) share.
I really love trees. We have two big fir trees in my front yard that I actually think are my friends.
Whenever my parents heard a Benny Goodman or Andrews Sisters song, they would look at each other, with twinkles in their eyes only for each other, rise up together from their chairs, and start dancing.
Last month marked the eighth anniversary since I started this column and I have never repeated a column’s subject until now — my struggle with weight. In my first “weight” column, published almost eight years ago, I reviewed my history of weight loss and gain, and in this one, I will reflect…
Harper Lee, author of “To Kill a Mockingbird,” died Feb. 19, 2016, at the age of 93. While I knew her death was probably close and inevitable, it was hard for me.
There are four deaths that have shaken me, with seismic force, to the core. Four that brought tears at the moment I found out about the loss. Only four.
I hate to fly. The only reason I get on a plane is that flying is the fastest way to go from Point A to Point B.
In the show, “30 Rock,” Jack Donahey, who is played by Alec Baldwin, has a day that he calls Reaganing, a phenomenon where everything falls into place and goes perfectly. The day is named for Jack’s hero, our 43rd president, Ronald Reagan.
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You will read this after Christmas, but hopefully the Christmas spirit will still be with you. I read this on a blog kept my one of my favorite people in the world — a young man named Cameron Kane, one of the kids my son and nephew grew up with here in Warm Beach.
One thing I have realized as a teacher and an adult is how important it is for kids to have another adult in their lives who influences them in ways their parents can’t.
Last night I yelled at the television. The news was reporting Congress’s latest exploits concerning the budget, gun control and whatever other frustrating concern they continue to not solve. I said some very, very, very bad words. But then I stopped. I told my husband, “I’m turning into my dad!”
When I was a teacher, around the end of August and first of September, I could always guarantee that I would have at least one teacher dream before school started.
Last month a Facebook article received 150,000 shares.
When I was substitute teaching a few years ago, a student said to me, “Aren’t you that lady who writes a column in the newspaper about dogs?”
I am lucky to live in a place that is a vacation spot. I guess the population in the summer increases by at least a 10 to 20 percent in Warm Beach.
Stress does strange things to me. Honestly, I lose brain cells.
I spent four years in high school (1966 to 1970), and in all that time I don’t remember any sport league championship, let alone a state championship.
Andy Williams, one of my favorite sixties singers (yes, even more than Paul McCarthy), used to sing, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” but when he sang it, he meant Christmas.
Several years ago at Stanwood High School, in a conversation around the lunch table, many people wanted to change the requirements for choosing the Valedictorian and Salutatorian of each graduation class.
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The end of this school year marks the end of an era at Stanwood High School. I call it “The Taylor Era,” the years when Brenda Culbertson Taylor taught, 1978 to 2014. I remember the day Brenda came to SHS. We were all somewhat transfixed by her enthusiasm and beauty.
When I was in college, I met a man named Brian who frequented the Evergreen Room at the University of Washington, a place many commuters met to spend time in between classes. Someone asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up and without missing a beat, he said, “Peter Pan.”
Last year, during the government shutdown, I read that one of our U.S. senators told another that he hadn’t been bullied since middle school and he was not about to be bullied now. I thought, “Wow. middle school even affected him, and he’s a U.S. senator!”
Around 38 years ago, when I moved to Warm Beach full-time, I became fascinated by collections when I visited the home of the late Fran Furheim during the Christmas season. Hundreds, if not thousands, of Santas decorated the house. Everywhere I looked, I saw Santas in different shapes and siz…
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When I submitted my “Sisyphus” column last month, my daughter, Jerae, took exception to much of what I wrote. So I said, “Well, YOU write a column then.” She did! So with a bit of chagrin and a lot of pride on my part, here is her response. Please email me at jnnfr.kelly@gmail.com if you hav…
