Are We There Yet?
This column appeared in The News-Gazette on Tuesday, April 23, 2015.
Almost a year ago now, my laptop died. It wasn’t quite as catastropic as a smartphone failure, but close.
After several futile attempts at a rescue, I gave up and bought a replacement.
Check out the video of Lamar "Marty B" Browning and his family singing "You Made A Way."
Music has been a part of Lamar Browning’s life for as long as he can remember, ever since his dad first plopped him next to the piano so they could sing together.
Are you a trivia buff? Test your knowledge on a sample of 25 questions from Champaign Central Music Boosters' Trivia Night at the end of this column.
I like trivia. I like to think I know a lot of trivia.
I’m a reporter; we deal in facts (mostly).
But I’m also in that “I know this but I just can’t think of it” stage of my life.
My daughter’s social studies teacher — an obviously brilliant former journalist — asks his students to take turns preparing newscasts for the class.
The kids peruse headlines in the newspaper or on the web and give a brief report, to expand their knowledge of the world.
It was 7 degrees the other day when I drove by a local high school, watching scores of students hurry into the building with no coats.
I have many failings as a mother, and my deteriorating memory is high on the list. Especially during the Christmas crazy.
Like many parents, we have a tradition of buying our children ornaments every Christmas, starting with the year they were born.
I remember the day well.
Rushing to my son’s first elementary school holiday sing-along — late as usual — I rounded the corner and came face to face with a 6-foot snowman.
He had the corncob pipe and old silk hat, but this Frosty wasn’t made of snow. And the eyes peering out definitely resembled those of a certain South Side Elementary School dad.
Saturday was an organized day. Or at least it started out that way.
We’d recently cleared away the debris from the horizontal surfaces around the house in anticipation of out-of-town guests. The time was ripe to take the next step: get rid of the stuff that was shoved into the garage as a result.