Opinion
Taylor - Made
The past couple of New Years I slept right through the ball dropping. Although I had the intention to stay up, it just didn’t happen. I was snoozing before the clock strucked midnight.
My Nickel’s Worth
As I look back on this year, so much has happened in this unprecedented year of 2020. In some ways it has gone by so fast, while at the same it has been one of the longest years ever recorded.
Publisher’s Points to Ponder: A “Colonial” Christmas
Although I do not celebrate Christmas now, I do have delightful memories of the Christmas celebrations I experienced as a child. I believed in Santa until I was nine years old. However, I never fully understood why a white man with a gray beard would break into my house to leave gifts for me. I wanted answers. How did he know me? Did my mother pay him for the gifts? Why didn’t he bring me everything on my list? Well, I did what any curious nine-year-old would do; I went on a journey to discover Santa.
My Nickel’s Worth
When I was five years old, my sister was born. Bryanna had big brown eyes, curly blonde hair, highly intelligent, and as strong and independent as they come. She didn’t need me. She paid me no attention. It was just a horrible thing to be ignored. So, I did the only thing I knew to do: I teased and pestered her until I made her scream. At least she was acknowledging me, right? I whispered in her ear, I tickled her, I put rocks in her shoes, and sang goofy songs until she hit me.