My finest memory from childhood is sailing a kayak my clever brother had made out of plywood and canvas. The sailing adventure was on a lake in Glacier National Park. The wind was good, my beloved dog was tucked between my knees for ballast, and I scooted over the water like a rocket – or so it seemed to an 11 year old. I have a black and white photo of that event (the world was black and white in those days), and I cherish it greatly even though it's faded.
As you are reading this at least a dozen people are probably still at California State University, Stanislaus sweeping up peanuts from the circus that was the Sarah Palin event.
I believe the picture that ran with Saturday's Journal story, "Shelters overrun with feral kittens," was probably the cutest animal photo we have ever published. The story that accompanied the photo, however, was also one of the saddest animal stories we have ever published.
Growing up in Indiana, one of the best things about summer was the community backyard.
To me, there's nothing like a breakfast that involves an egg. That dose of protein, I think, helps me last at work until noon or even beyond the lunch hour if need be.
Back in 2006, Nintendo obtained a license to print money - an arm-waving, flail-centric, world-changing license to print money.
Most days I am proud to be a member of the media. I believe that newspapers - and other forms of news media - are essential to a healthy democracy. But sometimes the actions of my colleagues make me want to hide my head in the sand and deny that I ever shared the same profession.
There's no reason to be concerned about Turlock's lack of a July 4 fireworks celebration this year.
The famed "Sex and the City" characters have given hope to women all over the world since their 1998 debut of their HBO series, and now two movies. They rock killer shoes, designer brands and juggle relationships, while keeping friendship a priority.
If you like eating hotcakes or bread (or my own personal favorite, huckleberry muffins), you might want to pay attention to a problem that's looming over wheat worldwide. It's a new type of "stem rust" caused by a fungus that cripples wheat plants.
A few years ago when I was a full-time sports reporter, I wrote a column extolling the virtues of sports movies. Over the holiday weekend, I had the opportunity to view another movie that not only peaked my interest in a sport I had otherwise not given two thoughts about, but also renewed my faith in humanity.
I love Trader Joe's. I love their guacamole hummus. I love their fancy cheeses. I love their faux-Polynesian flair.
No matter how many times I tell myself that I will not write another sappy column reminiscing about my school days, I cannot resist penning this piece about graduation.
The time has surely flown by for me.
Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. No, it's...
Getting in the room to see the doctor is the hardest part. That is what I hear most often from the tens of thousands of Central Valley veterans. Long wait times for appointments and lengthy commutes prevent them from accessing the care that they have earned through their service. In Turlock, a veteran looking for specialty care faces a 90 mile journey to the nearest full service Veterans Affairs Medical Center in Palo Alto. This trip is especially difficult for elderly veterans or those with limited financial resources.
The older I get the more I think about what I will leave behind when my days here on Earth are done.
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