It takes everyone's help to strengthen Central Valley communities.
One day a month I ignore my nocturnal tendencies and wake at the absurdly early hour of 6 a.m. I then drag myself down to Latif's for the monthly Kiwanis Club of Turlock Board of Directors meeting.
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.
There is a fine line between being cautious and paranoia.
Get ready. The drought just became real for millions of our fellow Californians. They're going to start asking more questions about water use. For our part, farmers need to be ready to address those questions, honestly and forthrightly.
Once upon a time in a quaint little place called California a young person between 16 and 17 years of age could get an entry level job with ease.
It's easy to take a sports story, give it the Disney treatment and get an entire theater full of people clapping at the end.
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