Just My Opinion

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer Maybe it’s true, as Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, that “in spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of...

When I was a kid, I used to say I wanted to be a fashion designer when I grew up. When I entered college, I thought about becoming a lawyer. Instead, I capitalized on a natural ability to write.

By Sondra L. Shapiro After I delivered a eulogy for my husband’s 93-year-old grandmother, a woman I greatly admired, the rabbi approached me to say...

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer Eighty years ago, in July of 1941, the few thousand Americans who owned TVs could witness a momentous event, though...

By Janice Elizabeth Berte It all started out so innocently when I visited my mother years ago, and I would notice that asking her basic...

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer Little Sister was a perennial pink geranium, alone in the corner of a small garden. She was tiny and thin,...

We arrived in Juneau on the second day of the cruise. Standing on deck as we pulled into port, we spotted a large American eagle perched on the ship’s gangplank. We weren’t in the “lower 48” anymore. We had arrived in a part of the country where even the best superlatives are inadequate.

As the election season winds down, there are just two things left for voters to do: study up on the issues then hit the ballot box. Sounds easy, so why do potential voters seem so frustrated or worse, ambivalent?

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer The summer I was 7, I was obsessed. I desperately wanted – no, I desperately needed – a bike.  Not that...

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer If more people played the ukulele, this old world might be a more peaceful place. When I decided to learn the...