Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
Maybe it’s just that I’m far less interested in the waving flags and speeches than I am in the stories. Maybe I’d rather put a microphone on the lapel of some of these folks while they are still alive than to salute their gravestone after they have passed. Maybe we should ask “How do you feel?” instead of “How did you fight?”
Public K-12 schools play a critical role in providing that opportunity by delivering on the very American promise of an education for all — no matter how much money your parents have, or where you live, or the color of your skin or if you get around on your feet or in a wheelchair. But the public good that is public education is being imperiled in New Hampshire in ways that put children’s education and the well-being of our communities and our economy at risk.
I published The Brown Bottle out of a small second-floor apartment in Concord where I lived after moving back to the East Coast from Las Vegas[3]. The zine was a labor of love. I took submissions from writers all over the world and published what I subjectively considered the best work I received in a bi-annual saddle-stitched journal that I laid out on a desktop publishing program and had it printed by a small shop down the road from my apartment.
The following is a letter to the editor from Candace Moulton.
How could New Hampshire consider eliminating CPSW positions just as we have finally come near to rebuilding the child protection system after it was devasted from cuts in the 2009-2011 state budget? Those cuts led to children being unprotected in our state, caseloads of some 90 cases per CPSW, and the death of scores of NH’s children.
More than three years ago, the Trump administration launched a bevy of tariffs on a broad range of imports from China and other U.S. trading partners, claiming that the new trade war would provide a manufacturing boost to states like New Hampshire. While there is a need for our policymakers to hold China accountable, this is not the way to do it.
I sniffed at something foul in the air from inside the bar. A simmering rage was building down the street. My ears pricked up, my nose reached like an ant-eater, my eyes turned to magnets. There was a nervous energy soaking the foundation from the Pint to Penuches. Trouble was brewing close. I could smell it.
My experience at 9round kickboxing was a fantastic one! I learned about 9round from Meghan. She said that there were free kickboxing classes at this place called 9round kickboxing in Manchester so we decided to check it out!
The following is a letter to the editor copied with permission from NHBulletin.com
To the Editor: Addressing the Substance Abuse Component According to Mrs. Sullivan’s website, she plans to, “Build a coalition of