There are people in this country Who work hard every day Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor Are worth more than their pay And it’s time a few of them were recognized. Hello, Detroit auto workers, Let me thank you for your time You work a forty-hour
Time is flying by, but that is nothing new. Spring quickly turns into summer, and in the blink of an eye, the leaves are changing, and the air gets crisp — Ahhh, sweet, sweet fall. I get excited to think about my favorite months here. Sorry, summer people. Listen, I enjoy summer too. Just not
OK, so I first have to start right out by making a correction on last week’s column. By the time I caught it, it was already off to print. Most of you know I wrote about my son last week because we had just celebrated his birthday. I talked about how many Legos he has
Last week, our son Tyler turned fifteen. You sit and ponder and wonder where in the world all those years went. To think that in one more year, he will be old enough to drive is just crazy to me. It feels like yesterday, I was fifteen. Now, I have a son almost old enough
A few weeks ago, we had just come home from the river, unpacked our things, and were grabbing showers before our Sunday night tradition of nachos, cheese, and ice cream in the living room while watching our favorite shows. Kenzy came running inside, all excited. “Mommmmmmaaaaa!! Look what I found!” she exclaimed. She had this
You know I often write about family, friends, experiences, memories, and traditions, and now I also share different local businesses. I write down anything that I think would make a good story someday in my “Webb Ideas” list on my phone. I have ideas for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas for this year that I wrote
