Years ago, Jenny and I sat in an emergency room waiting for a doctor to attend her broken foot. A young blonde woman sat holding a limp, feverish toddler in her lap. Four other children under 10 huddled around her- all were clean and well behaved. Their father was working at a part time job.
Gina Wickwar recently heard a report about a six-year-old boy kissing a young girl's hand at school. She discusses the policy of zero tolerance for sexual harassment and more. Was it gallant and gentlemanly or offensive and sexual?
In the olden days, when I lived in the state of Washington, we had a different attitude. That was back before Al Gore invented global warming, and things started getting colder in Washington. Back then, snow was rare. You didn't really need to watch the weather forecast in Washington unless there was a possibility snow was coming.
There are many indications of autumn's arrival besides the changing color of the leaves. Jennifer Pemberton declares that Fall is the new Spring in this month's commentary.
"There are plants all over the world that bloom in the fall, when the heat breaks, when the rains fall, when the winds start blowing, when the ground threatens to freeze. There are crocuses in my neighborhood; the same flower that is first to crack the ice and blossom in the snow, breaks through the mud and leaf litter to show off its delicate lavender petals amid the harvest browns and reds."
The 1833 Leonids meteor storm terrified early Americans, causing numerous revelations and changing of ways. It also caused intense scientific study of meteors that moved meteor showers out of folklore and into astronomy.
The new Star Trek movie is out, but Steve Eaton may or may not be at the theater. He has PTSTPRTS: Post Traumatic Star Trek Public Relations Trauma Syndrome from a traumatic experience with Cpt. Kirk and Spock. He tells us why you may be postponed from seeing the movie.
This is my mushroom story. I used to love mushrooms as a kid. Those veggie and dip trays with the raw button mushrooms on them? Those ones. I loved those ones. When I was 4 years old, I found what I thought were some of those ones growing in my friend’s front yard. My mom picked me up later that day and asked about my play date. I told her we’d had a mushroom party. A mushroom party? Yes, a mushroom party. A pretend mushroom party? No, a real mushroom party with real mushrooms.