Today marks the first holiday I’ve ever had to spend without my mother since her passing and it’s left me wondering one thing … did she leave this Earth to avoid coloring and hiding Easter eggs?
To the Editor:
At a time when hard work isn’t paying off for too many Americans, apprenticeship partnerships are the kinds of innovative programs we need to show students all the available career options, and help put them on a path toward good-paying jobs.
According to culturetrip.com, the three most dangerous places in the world are streets in, respectively, Brazil, Mexico, and Michigan. Those places have specific threats, just as there are risks to swimming in the Everglades or getting lost in a desert.
You would have though, after 45 years of consistently being proven wrong on a nearly daily basis, I would have learned to “never say never.”
The new Medicare for All bill (H.R. 1384) has come and hopefully will go the way of the pet rock. Everybody now knows the basics: the government will take care of all medical, dental, vision, pharmacy, and long-term care services with no out-of-pocket expenses. The bill prohibits parallel private insurance, and has the glaring absence of a financing mechanism.
How important are college grades? Is it how much money your family has, how much in demand your profession is, what political clout you exercise, what your graduate school plans are? Or are grades a measure of what you have learned for whatever reason?
The lines of poems I memorized in high school come back to visit me at moments when I need them. I regularly pull chapbooks nestled among my books and marvel at the talents of poets I know who have been named Ohio Poet of the Year, Cathryn Essinger, Lianne Spidel, Myrna Stone. Their approaches tell me, again, that the world is large and demands that poets explore subjects that are common to the human experience: innocence, experience. They invite us into their worlds and we revel in their mastery: “Prick the skin of a memory/ and there is no blood,/ just the ever widening slit / as darkness blossoms again.” – Cathryn Essinger.
On April 30, 1975, the Vietnam War ended, but will it ever end as long as those men and women we know who served move among us and occasionally share their experiences?
Bat forever. The dark bird rises. Yes, we have a large, brown squatter in our home. Despite our best efforts — and the efforts of an excellent wildlife removal team — one incredibly persistent bat has decided our home is the best place for him.