That one Prom Song always does it for you. Just a few notes and you’re reminded of sweaty hands and wilted corsages, awkward poses for parents with cameras, arms around your date, and tiny steps while swaying in a circle. A song sure can be a memory-tickler. In the new memoir, “Soundtrack of Silence” by
Greeting card holidays can be kind of irritating, especially if they feel like an obligation; hello, Grandparents Day. And so often, it’s hard to summon genuine feelings around St. Patrick’s Day or send Halloween wishes. Valentine’s Day can feel like the worst offender of manufactured sentiment and can be a bit of a pressure cooker
The first day of starting my new math class in Mrs. Buck’s room didn’t start off in my favor. I know I have shared this story before, but I’ll give a refresher and tell it again for any new readers. My mom had packed me a water bottle where the lid had issues locking all
This is the second article in a series called Faith Q&A. Previous articles are always available online at http://www.webbweekly.com. Does God exist? This is the primal faith question because every other faith question is predicated on its answer. This article won’t answer that question for you. It can’t. You’re the only person who can answer
Now that we are in the dark depths of winter, with the forecast turning from freezing to snow, to rain, to not-so-freezing, it can be hard to get up the energy to go outside. But human hibernation is still not recognized as an acceptable coping mechanism for winter, so we must deal with the outdoors.
Love Month starts this week. When I think of February, I think about love, hearts, the colors red and pink, and flowers. It’s hard to believe it’s that time of year. I feel like I was just throwing our jack-o-lanterns out yesterday and saying goodbye to Halloween. Time, where do you go? Wasn’t it just
Did you get it? Come on, you had plenty of time, opportunity, and you knew exactly where it was, so you don’t have a lot of excuses here. Either you got it, or you didn’t — and if it’s the latter, as in the new novel, “First Lie Wins” by Ashley Elston, you’re gonna wish
The King has left the building. Before he left, he swiveled and stood on his tiptoes. He teased a guitar, sneered and shimmied, and left a tide of swooning females in his wake. Yes, he’s gone, but The King meant a lot to people who still cherish his life and mourn his departure. Look past
I’ve never dreaded or not liked grocery shopping. I love going up and down the aisles, looking to see if anything new strikes me. It’s somehow really relaxing to me. I think it’s the foodie in me. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I can’t wait to go. There are days here and
