Way back in the fourth grade, I started working at my first newspaper.

My children’s earliest memories likely include a silly ritual that shows we’re all in this together.

It’s not where you take your children that matters. It’s where they take you.

My wife started verbalizing all the things she had to do the night before she left on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation with her mother and sister.

You don’t have to avoid your local librarian like she’s a debt collector anymore.

It finally happened!

I strolled through my memories while walking in the old Lima News building on Elida Road for the last time earlier this week.

Sometimes I’ll bump into someone who meets my mother and tells me about the exchange.

It appears we have another teenager in our home.

It’s one thing to say you’re a leader. It’s another to prove it.