Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
Even before the annual report of top names for 2022 was released by the Social Security Administration, I had been hearing names of youngsters that harkened back many decades: Evelyn, Hazel, Agnes, Dahlia, Lisbeth and Mae. Or Abraham, Archie, Bruno, Clark, Hunter. What goes around comes around, I guess.
I’m now a bit more than halfway from Marrakesh to my destination, Merzouga, on the edge of the Sahara. The trip has unfolded beautifully, with time to sit beside riad pools and walk through the rocky and arid landscape, experiencing the vast indifference of heaven.
Driving alone through hard but beautiful land with no distractions, I was comfortable—with me, with my life, with the universe. This ease, this peace did not come early or easily to me. In my previous life, every time I drank and drugged, I did so to get out of me, to break the bonds that tethered me to me.
I came to Morocco to find a desert. Instead, I found an overflowing spring of humanity. In particular, I met Younes Krimane. Let me explain.
Trump frequently interrupted or spoke over Ms. Collins, making sexist gestures and jabs that the audience applauded and hawed at. At one point, he referred to Ms. Collins as “a nasty person” for refusing to cede the stage to his lies, and the audience applauded him for that as well.
year ago on Monday, I received a phone call from my cousin that I knew would be coming, yet it didn’t make it any easier to navigate when she spoke the actual words.
Based on their public hostility towards coyotes and their failure to respect the role of coyotes in NH’s ecosystem, the Voices of Wildlife in NH encourages the Governor and Executive Council to use RSA 206:4 to begin the process of the removal of these two Commissioners for neglect of duty. They are the guardians of all of NH’s wildlife, not just the ones they approve of.
The bonds that we have with our dogs, cats, birds or other mammals (not sure if you can bond with a reptile) is at times as strong as with a dear friend or family member.
Whenever I travel, I think about the possibility of death, my death. I know the word “possibility” could be replaced by “certainty,” but I’m talking about dying during a particular period. Morocco is a safe country. I’ll be driving a safe car. I’ll be staying in safe lodgings. Still. Camels get rabies (I think). Flash floods very occasionally strike the Sahara. Meteors hit the earth.
With May to September being prime yard sale time in these parts, I thought it useful to list a few items that can be construed as the Holy Grails of yard sale finds in Manchester. One never knows.