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Saturday, September 10, 2011

I can't make sense of the tragedy of 9-11.

Even after the passing of ten years, I'll never understand how anybody can be so distorted that they'd use the excuse of religion or politics to generate pure evil.

Some of the facts from 9-11 are so shocking they need to be revisited if only to try and ensure that something like this never happens again.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Some local residents are developing a rare disorder in which their bone marrow makes too many red blood cells, sometimes referred to as thick blood. The condition is called polycythemia vera (PV) and those who acquire it may have few or no symptoms. But they're prone to develop blood clots and are at increased risk of a heart attack or stroke.

Part of the treatment involves going to the hospital for regular bloodletting sessions.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Years ago I took part in a writers' circle.

It was a nice group of creative people, some of the best folks I've ever met. I enjoyed getting to know each one.

But I didn't fit in.

For some reason, writers' circles tend to attract fiction writers.

I've never had much interest in fiction, other than Margaret Mitchell's "Gone with the Wind."

Someone asked why I didn't go into fiction writing. The answer is easy.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Here are several laws of newspaper writing not taught in Journalism 101.

* No detail is too insignificant that it cannot be challenged. The sky isn't blue. It's azure.

* The person you need to get a statement from is someone who freely uses curse words which the newspaper will not print. Your job is to quote the man accurately. Catch-22.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Hi Mommy. It's me, Caylee.

I'm up here in heaven, a beautiful place. I'm with someone named God. He says He's the father of a man named Jesus.

I don't really understand all of that because I left Earth long before I knew anyone named Jesus. I suppose I would've gotten to know Jesus in time. But you didn't give me a chance. For some reason, you didn't want me to be with you. I still don't understand why.

I really didn't do anything to hurt anyone. I was just a little girl who liked to sing 'You Are My Sunshine.'

Saturday, July 2, 2011

The most powerful phrase in American history is probably this: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

Those words in the Declaration of Independence were a collaboration by Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin. Jefferson originally wrote: "We hold these truths to be sacred and undeniable." When he turned over his draft to Franklin for the sake of proofreading, Franklin removed the words "sacred and undeniable" and inserted "self-evident."

Saturday, June 18, 2011

At one time I was old. But not anymore.

It might be true I went to school in the days B. C. - before computers. But that's okay. I'm a product of typewriters, mimeograph and whiteout - not the kind of whiteout that takes place in the bleachers at a football game.

If you're my age or older, you know what whiteout is. If you're a kid, ask your parents. But be assured that whiteout has nothing to do with cocaine and you don't snort it. You won't find it in a meth lab either.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

The annual Pennsylvania Press Conference can be a humbling experience.

The event draws hundreds of writers, editors and publishers who come from Erie, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Harrisburg, York, Lancaster, Johnstown, Altoona and all points in between. The conference provides a great opportunity to compare notes and network with others in the field. It's always an opportunity to learn.

This year's event took place two weeks ago in State College.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

When I think of Memorial Day, I remember an incident from years ago.

It happened when I was a youngster watching a Memorial Day parade. I never missed a parade because I grew up on the main street of town and all of the parades passed by my house.

On this day, the marching units, honorees, and bands passed by with usual fanfare.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

There's an interesting theory bandied about. Maybe you already know it.

It's a school of thought that says people fall into one of two categories - either artists or scientists.

They say scientists are left-brained dominant folks; artists are right-brained dominant. Think about it. Are you an artist? Or a scientist?

If I were to choose, I'd definitely align myself with artists because art is something I enjoy and find comforting. There's something warm and familiar about art.