As we approach the May 21 Municipal Primary Election, the East Penn Press and the Salisbury Press, in the interest of fairness, will halt publication of columns by local government officials and letters to the editor submitted by those running for office.
The last week for publication of columns by local government officials running for office is the May 1 edition.
We will, of course, continue to cover the local races, in news stories generated by our own reporters.
If you’re like me, you’re enjoying the warmer weather that comes with spring and anticipating the really warm days of summer. One thing I don’t enjoy is the buzzing I hear swarming around me when I’m outside at an event or playing with my son in the backyard. Although I have a fear of bees — I’ll save the traumatic childhood experience for another time — I know how important they are to plants, our environment and even the economy.
The court system is ably handling the parents involved in Operation Varsity Blues, and the man behind the scam to influence college admissions’ decisions at some prestigious American universities.
It’s now time to stop talking about those who’ve allegedly committed the crimes and start thinking about all those who’ve been negatively impacted by their actions.
Not only do April showers give life to flowers, they also bring a host of hazards and concerns. Spring weather can be unpredictable. The temperatures swing back and forth between cool and hot.
Mark Twain once said, “In the spring, I have counted 136 kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.”
When the phone rang one mid-morning, I considered not answering it.
A bit overwhelmed by my caregiving tasks, I was not in the mood to deal with sales calls or surveys.
But I answered it anyway. And I am glad I did.
A retired friend, Nancy, told me she was out and about doing errands.
“Do you need anything?” she asked.
What magic words. These four simple, wonderful words made my day.
Of course I needed something. I almost always need something.
The reality of author George Orwell’s “1984” hit me one night when I coughed while sleeping.
A voice from my smartphone, which was on a nearby table, replied to the sound I had just made saying it was sorry, but it did not understand what I had just said.
The phone had been listening to me just like the telescreens of Orwell’s dystopian novel.
Egads! I wonder if I ever talked in my sleep.
For months, I have been looking for a good nutritional plan/diet I can follow that would help me change my poor eating habits; however, choosing one has not been easy.
Even after months of researching different plans, I am more confused by the nutritional information I have read on the Internet.
As I still have not found one that fits all my specific nutritional goals, I opted to begin March eating healthy nutritious foods.
And, what better timing as March is National Nutrition Month.
Freedom of the press should never be taken for granted.
As we celebrate Sunshine Week, a national initiative designed to educate the public about the importance of open government and the dangers of excessive and unnecessary secrecy, this is the opportunity to remind us all that truth-seeking journalism is alive and well and should be celebrated.
Journalists, as the eyes and ears of the public, rely on public access laws to keep you informed and great reporting begins with government transparency.
I don’t want an automatic pet feeder.
I wouldn’t mind making engraved items at home or receiving a luxury car rental coupon.
“Drop dozens now: Who wants to be fat?” was in my email today. I don’t want to be fat. Do they think I’m fat?
Yes, I want to sleep better, and I don’t need a levitating moon lamp.
And yes, today, I received several messages on how to safely remove earwax.
Did I ask for these messages? Absolutely not.
A funny tale pops up when people talk about marriage and anniversaries: A couple was celebrating their golden anniversary by renewing their vows. At the conclusion of the little ceremony, their pastor congratulated them on 50 years of marriage and posed to them one question. “At any point along the way, did divorce ever cross your minds?” The husband responded with a quick “No, never.” The wife nodded in agreement and said, “Divorce, no. Murder, yes.” And such is the stuff that marriages are made of.