I don’t care what Walt Disney World says. At least my kid thinks I’m a hero.
As the days get colder and Christmastime nears, some people may have visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.
My family discovered a huge new room in our house last week.
We’re in the final stretch of the 2022 general election, which means there are just a few more days to call or email me to tell me how biased we are here at The Lima News.
My high school sophomore started talking about her inevitable move away from home the other day.
Some people like a good jump scare. They enjoy that heightened sense of knowing something awful is just around the corner. They don’t feel totally alive until they’re screaming in terror.
Does your family eat together?
We danced together outside the store. We sang along to songs we barely knew. We chased each other around the house.
Everything I learned about love, war and medicine probably came from watching M*A*S*H as a child.
Whenever I think of my dad coming home from work, I think of the same conversation playing out, day after day.