Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
A reader asks if there’s any truth in the countless online personality tests she’s taking. Dr. Brady has an answer.
Everywhere I turn, there are hundreds, nay, thousands of architectural-type columns scattered throughout the city. They’re a staple on stately homes. For starters, check out North Elm Street. Then slide up to Hanover Hill. Swing on over to Coolidge Avenue – which we West Siders used to refer to as the French Riviera – then start your own random search. As for me, I keep veering into on-coming traffic as I scope them out through my side window.
How the reigning king and queen of dance earned their crown in a 101-day marathon.
Dear Dr. Brady: I have been out of the job market for several months until recently due to managing a chronic illness. I have a lot of talent and have a few promising options to pursue. I find myself feeling paralyzed as I put myself out there; I really want this next position to be one that I can flourish in but after my last employer I wonder if any company can be a good fit. I want an environment that values me and my skills, not just the products of these. How do I pick a match that will work for me as I return to full time work?
Call me a romantic, but the antiseptic aroma of chlorine just can’t compete with the, um, musky scent of the Piscataquog River I knew as a child, and the measly tweet of a lifeguard’s whistle is no match for the blood-curdling scream of a young man who is hurtling toward the water at warp speed, eyes closed in anticipation of the inevitable – striking the fictional wreckage of a B&M freight train that folklore placed somewhere beneath the pilings of The Trestle at Kelley Falls.
When I look back over the last 55 years I do think the quantity of my years are behind me, but certainly not the quality of my years. In fact, I am incredibly grateful to be exactly where I am at today – emotionally and spiritually, at least. Physically I have issues that I didn’t have in my younger years, but that’s part of the mileage. However, I haven’t given up on my physical self and am determined to keep working on the things I can change/improve so that I can really enjoy the rest of my journey here on Planet Earth.
I’ve learned there’s hope for wayward kitties, thanks to St. Gertrude, and miraculous pitbulls, thanks to Sweet Dee.
I am not sure exactly what it all means. I am not a big believer in coincidence. Things happen that are hard to explain or understand in simple terms. But if we’re listening and watching, I believe sometimes, we get what we need from the universe.
Texas is a great state and it certainly has competitive advantages of its own (its beef brisket is admittedly hard to deny). But when it comes to our overall tax climate, our workforce, our communities, and our quality of life – well, don’t mess with the Live Free or Die state.
Tell us how you did with your first day of distraction-free driving?