Opinion


Scrabble: a game of life and death

By SCOTT SAALMAN Scarmouch Before Mom’s cancer, Dad and I bonded in the evening during kitchen table Scrabble wars. From the living room, Mom, unseen, cackled at Two And A…


Even clowns cry … sometimes

The story of the Hartford circus fire of 1944 By SCOTT SPIRES Guest Columnist It was around 78 years ago: July 6, 1944, to be exact. It was a sweltering…


Wondering about my heritage

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect Turns out, John and I did not need to consider adoption after all. God had other plans. A month after attending the pre-adoption class, I…




She dances with butterflies . . .

By MEGAN RATHZ When Nature Speaks What is it about butterflies that captivate us? They are elegant and graceful, fragile, yet striking in their beauty. There is an old saying…



Brambles & thistles

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Once upon a time, she held the happiness of someone for whom she cared, on her shoulders. Fragile and vulnerable shoulders. She tried…