Last weekend I had the extraordinary pleasure of attending Roger Rocka’s Dinner Theater in Fresno for the musical “9 to 5.” This 1970s retrospective highlights the glass ceiling faced by women in the workpla
Gravy by the Slice
Life as seen from the perspective of a longtime Maderan.
The country has spent the last few weeks in the grips of Powerball fever. The $1.586 billion jackpot was the greatest in the nation’s history.
The air in Madera this week has that glorious, clean smell left behind after the three storm systems dropped almost an inch of rain upon us.
The New Year is upon us. I can’t provide a rhyming ditty like our popular scribe, Leon Emo, or enlighten you on local history like the one and only Bill Coate.
“May your chosen holiday be as full or as absent of relevant things as is appropriate, given the circumstances.”
Where has 2015 gone? Christmas is just 13 days away and it feels like I just got used to writing 2015 in my journal.
Having trouble getting into the holiday spirit?
Another senseless mass shooting, this time in San Bernardino, makes me wonder how people can get themselves so worked up that killing a bunch of people is the solution to anything.