Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
We are proud of our service for the City of Manchester. We aren’t the same ages, we have varied backgrounds, and we have different priorities, but one thing unites us: We love Manchester and are proud to call it home.
A few nights ago, Rob and I went all out, dropping a chunk of change on a seafood dinner at
Without direct support professionals and home providers, many disabled people would not be able to get out of bed, get dressed, feed themselves, or obtain basic necessities for survival.
NH is home to 230 DACA recipients (loved ones, friends, colleagues and neighbors) who are now the target of the state’s recent decision to join a lawsuit challenging the Biden administration’s decision to expand eligibility to publicly funded health insurance programs for DACA recipients.
In Manchester, every inch of space is spoken for, with billboards and coffee shops clamoring for your attention. Out here, the land is the boss, indifferent to whether you notice or not. It’s in this vastness that you realize being far apart isn’t about miles; it’s about the silence between thoughts, the moment when the world stops spinning long enough for you to catch your breath and feel, really feel, the weight of nothing.
A hobby I don’t understand, however, is attempting to trick voters into selecting a candidate in the primary election by falsely filing under a mainstream party. Yet that seems to be a favorite pastime for Free Staters, a group who answers the question, “What if you took a bunch of Twitter edgelords and rallied them around an untenable goal and a hedgehog emoji?”
We need a governor who is going to fight for solutions to the opioid epidemic, not run a misleading attack campaign about it. That’s why I’m supporting Cinde Warmington for governor and I hope you’ll join me.
O P I N I O N TRANSCENDENTAL DAD By Dan Szczesny 2 stories about family and reclaiming a neighborhood,
O P I N I O N FORWARD FOCUS By Brian Chicoine I am often asked what I “do.” I
Buffalo’s East Side is a wreck. When the majestic (and now abandoned) Buffalo Central Terminal was built in the 1920s, it tore the neighborhood apart and signaled the area’s slow decline from thriving ethnic neighborhood to neglected urban decay. Today, the neighborhood spills over onto the broken sidewalks and dirty streets like it’s been punctured, like the houses and yards and churches are all open, bleeding wounds.