Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
I know what a lot of you are thinking. This is the time of year when it won’t hurt to cheat a little and you’re right! It’s the holidays. Duh! So, while I wouldn’t normally endorse sugar, processed plant-based foods from the frozen section – they’re really high in fats and sodium – or vegan cheeses and spreads for the same reasons, you don’t want to fall off the vegan wagon.
In one major part of my life, I didn’t always take such a moderate view. Since May 21, 2007, thanks to a program of recovery that remains central to my life, I have not found it necessary to drink or use any mind-altering substance. Over these 6,058 days, I’ve worked hard to become the kind of man my mother dreamed I’d someday be. I have, without boasting, made, and continue to make, progress on that goal. That is how I define my recovery.
I knew it when I woke up that morning, lying in bed after hitting snooze for the third time, staring at my alarm clock and watching the digits and waiting for the next staticky blast of classic rock. When depression descends, I feel it on a cellular level, in the marrow of my bones, and contrary to what some may believe, depression doesn’t always manifest in melancholy.
I’ve been wary of slumber parties ever since my then 7-year-old sister Jean Marie left my Beatles White Album on a radiator. Back in the U.S.S.R.? Permanent vacation. While My Guitar Gently Weeps? Cry me a warped vinyl river. Gone. Gone for good… almost.
According to a recent estimate by the Manchester Assessors Office, the city will be losing approximately $6,000,000 total in property tax revenue over the next five years due to tax relief granted to the developer of the apartment project on W. Auburn Street, across from the downtown Market Basket.
Three weeks ago, on my 65th birthday, my body was pierced, robots were inserted into my lungs to extract a tumor and some lymph nodes, the booty was sent off for analysis to high priests of science, I was pumped full of painkillers for two days, and I foiled a plot to kill me.
Like a gang of superheroes for your cars and trucks, they’re ready to help and literally at your beck and call (603-627-3552) located at 55 Calef Road (just off Elm Street). I was referred to them because I needed a new exhaust system for my little old 1989 Toyota pickup truck and had gotten quotes that were very different (in a good way) from what I got from D&P, so I went for it.
Balancing immediate needs with a long-term approach to underlying challenges is crucial for the success of any organization, particularly one with the rich history of United Way. Local grantmaking, funding collaborations, and innovative programming at scale result in community betterment.
The music streaming app released the annual statistics for its Premium subscribers, including their top five most frequently played songs and top five artists, as well as the numbers of hours they spent listening to music on Spotify[1] in the past year.
Significantly less inspiring was the distinct absence of New Hampshire’s white leaders. Assistant Attorney General Sean Locke sent a letter that was read by Mr. James McKim that had the generic condolences and platitudes of “hate having no home here” and one white faith leader was called to speak and hit the nail on the head.