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Worth The Trip

Worth The Trip

I will confess that by the time I emailed my previous column about my upcoming 40th high school reunion, I was ready to buy the ticket. Writing down the reasons why I might or might not go made me realize how curious I was to see who showed up, and what it would be...
Class of ’85

Class of ’85

It’s been 40 years this month since I graduated from high school. I don’t remember a lot about the big day, other than wearing a sweaty polyester gown over a nice dress I bought for the occasion. We lined up by height, so I was one of the last ones to walk across the...

Losing the sparkle

I didn’t notice it was missing right away. When you wear a wedding ring for 28 years, you take it for granted it’s always on your finger. Much like the invisible glasses I push up my nose out of habit, my thumb automatically twirls the stone back to the outside of my...

What time is it?

One of the joys of living in Prescott, Arizona, is not needing to remember the phrase “spring forward, fall back.” Twice a year, while we are enjoying our morning coffee and showing up to church on time, people all over the country are arriving too early or too late...

How do you say…?

I saw something on the Internet the other day that a study found it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert at new skill. After some quick math, that’s 27 years if you practiced your new skill for just an hour a day, which might explain why my childhood piano lessons...

Wonderful

I’m a fan of funerals. I know that sounds weird, but I was reminded while attending fellow Noon Lion and longtime Daily Courier columnist Jerry Jackson’s service last weekend how much you can learn about the someone’s life by showing up to one. Seems a lot of folks...