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As families across New Hampshire settle into the new school year, one crisis continues to loom — and it doesn’t wait for the first bell. Cuts to mental health programs and special education supports are leaving students without the help they need – and that affects every child, every classroom and every family.
Here is a basic truism that I’m guessing anyone who has ever been married to another human being already knows: Marriage is hard.
Being off work lately gave me time to really think, to feel. And what I realized in that space is this: I was made to help people.
In the heart of Manchester, New Hampshire, a local resident, Daniel Mowery, has found himself at the center of an unexpected controversy over his homemade bread and butter pickles. What began as a simple act of sharing his culinary creations with neighbors at community block parties has escalated into a clash with local regulations, raising questions about fairness, clarity in the law, and the spirit of community fellowship.
Here in Manchester, we know what community looks like. It looks like a bake sale for a family facing hard times. It looks like a kid’s lemonade stand on a hot summer day. It looks like a neighbor sharing extra vegetables from their garden. These small acts of connection are the heart of our city, the kind of grassroots generosity that should be celebrated, not regulated into oblivion.
Nobody asked for this column. Nobody. You don’t roll over in bed thinking, “God, I hope Keith Howard tells me about his childhood crushes today.” And yet here I am, kicking down the door anyway. I wrote a memoir, Unclaimed, But Loud. Four hundred pages of memory, confession, and polite detonations. Some readers say it’s good. I say it’s cheaper than therapy and with fewer co-pays, though with slightly more swearing.
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We were somewhere in Oklahoma in a cheap motel off I-40 in the middle of nowhere, the type of nowhere place that most people from the East Coast don’t know about unless they’ve been to nowhere.
I see interracial relationships more often in the South than in the city. In places like New York, where different cultures blend every day, people don’t always stop to notice who’s dating who. But in the South, or in places where diversity isn’t as deeply woven into everyday life, people seem to pay more attention, especially when a child is involved. That’s when opinions start coming out, whether welcomed or not.
In case you missed it, Trey Parker and Matt Stone, the creators of the Comedy Central cartoon television show “South Park,” have opened up with both barrels parodying the Trump Administration and the MAGA movement in the first two episodes of Season 27.
On the MPTV Will and Joe show, Will Infantine referred to the artists as “the slow ones.” Joe made no effort to correct him. It was clear from this conversation it was not only the art they thought was ugly, but the artists themselves.
HOW MANY more women have to die before we admit that the system is broken?
To say that more than 334,100 people in New Hampshire don’t want Social Security and don’t care about the program is one of the more audacious comments Brown has made so far – and it was a glaring example of how he is willing to sell out Granite Staters to get Trump’s endorsement.
That’s it. The Blonde Woman left last Friday, and she is never coming back. I’ve been staring out the living room window looking for her as those damn Golden Retrievers walk past my domicile, back and forth and back and forth, with total insouciance—as if my barking doesn’t register any sound with them, as if I don’t even exist.
Sitting on the White House lawn on July 26, 1990, my husband, Jim Piet, witnessed a Republican make history. President George H.W. Bush proudly proclaimed, “I now lift my pen to sign this Americans with Disabilities Act and say: Let the shameful wall of exclusion finally come tumbling down. God bless you all.”
I wrote about an accident that I had in February in this column when it happened. In short, I was moving a futon into my basement, skipped a step on the stairs and face-planted, breaking my nose and fracturing my two front teeth. As it turned out, my front teeth needed to be extracted and replaced with dental implants and new crowns.
Manchester is my home. I love this city, and I’m here to stay. We’ve had great economic success the past couple of years, but if we don’t balance it out by strengthening our social and physical infrastructure, it will all be for naught.
Bryce is a collaborative leader for Manchester who will work with anyone to benefit our city. He has integrity, intelligence, and vision.
Many of us crank up the party music when the weather gets warm and we can open the car windows to blast our favorite music out to the world. As a Boomer, I especially love having “my” music play as I pull up to a stop light where the car next to me is blaring something from the 21st century that I never heard of.