When I was in 9th grade, I had my first formal introduction to the world of William Shakespeare. It was an unmitigated disaster. I was assigned to read Romeo and Juliet for my English class, and every moment felt like torture. My teacher wanted us to analyze all the characters and their motivations. And then there was the language.
When I was younger, it was a tradition in most families to go downtown and look at the decorations and the store windows. If you did not have a car, you rode the bus. This was a tradition that could be found in towns and cities across the United States.
During this time of the year, we start thinking about traditions: cookies Grandma made or finding the perfect tree with Dad. One of my favorite Christmases was actually one that wasn’t at all like the rest. The year was 2001. My family lived in Caracas, Venezuela at the time. It was at the beginning of the "Bolivarian Revolution," and things were tense between the government and opposing factions.
Tuesday, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame announced their newest inductees. These artists and bands are selected based on their long-lasting impact on rock and roll. You may not have heard all of these names, but many of them have helped shaped the musical lives of your friends and parents. If you have any interest in current rock music, I suggest you request some of these albums and see if you can hear how these past artists have influenced the current music scene.
Some holiday traditions are born with each new child. Others are passed down through the generations. Sometimes, we have forgotten why we do the things we do, but we still do them. Probably, because Great-Grandma Isabella showed us how.
Mom had three tree ornaments that were always the last to go on the tree. When my brother and sister and I started having trees of our own, Mom gave each of us one of the ornaments. We treasure them.
It wasn’t just another headline in the newspaper or soberly delivered report on TV.
Chad Stover played high school football close to here, in the small, central Missouri town of Tipton. He’d turned 17 on November 8, just six days before he died without awakening from a hit he took near the end of a game on Halloween night – tragically underscoring an escalating debate over the safety of America’s favorite sport and whether, or how, it must evolve to survive.
I grew up in love with the Muppets. When I was a little kid, reruns of The Muppet Show aired early in the morning. I would try desperately to wake myself up in time to watch it. Kermit the Frog and company started my day five days a week, or at least as many as I could get myself to the living room on time. I was mesmerized by the antics of those crazy frogs, dogs, pigs, bears, chickens, and monsters, and I believed in them with all my heart.