Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
The Lemen children woke up nearly as early as we did on Christmas morning to search for our Easter baskets. I suspect that the grandmothers provided some of the Easter candy, too, because of the sheer size of the baskets.
I hope I’m not the only one who has done this (more than once). You’re coming out from someplace (a store, the gym) to a lot where you parked your black/dark gray SUV. You don’t recall exactly where you parked (whatever happened to those posted letters that showed which row you parked on?) But onward you go to your car, grab the door handle, and realize it’s not your car.
Our children deserve the most qualified person for the job. Just as Mark Zuckerberg wouldn’t hire me to run Meta, no matter how much I might surf Facebook and Instagram, New Hampshire shouldn’t be appointing someone with no experience working in public schools to oversee all programs and standards for our public schools.
First installment from columnist June Lemen, who brings you Lemenade – a balance of sweet and sour, but always refreshing.
You may recall that several months ago I expressed my desire to create a calendar featuring my favorite album covers. I covered January, February, and March. Now it’s time to showcase April, May, and June!
POINT OF VIEW To the Editor: The “uphill battle” Jon Kiper’s gubernatorial campaign has faced should be of concern to
During the summer of 2018, dozens of New Hampshire civic leaders had the chilling experience of being the target of a public attack by a self-proclaimed White Supremacist. A shadowy group called the New Hampshire Nationalists had posted a racist statement on their website attacking those who had attended a workforce diversity conference sponsored by Eversource.
More than one million people have died from overdose deaths in the last two decades, and a clear line can be drawn between the lobbying actions of the pharmaceutical industry and the beginning of the devastating opiate crisis.
While I am far past the age where I’ll be zooming downtown at 6 a.m. to open the bars with the hosts of a radio morning show— “That is no country for old men”— I still like to celebrate the day with a few beers, a boiled dinner and a Pogues playlist.
Do you remember dropping a quarter into the machine and you and your friends cramming into one of these photobooths? Do you still have those photo strips hanging around in a box in the basement? Or perhaps you were at a holiday party recently where they had a “photo booth” where you donned props, and the results were sent right to your Facebook or email?