Happy holidays!

What a wonderful time of year. As with many of us, my first memories of Christmas centered on Santa Claus and the promise of presents and a new toy. I have vivid memories of this excitement and anticipation of getting that one special gift.

Life with my dogs.

My mother likes to tell the story of my first experience with a dog. My brother brought home a stray, which the family named Rastus. I was just a toddler and Rastus tried to lick my face. This upset me. My mother told me that Rastus was being friendly and "just giving me kisses." According to my mom, my demeanor…

This one’s for the boys…

As a woman writing the publisher's letter for the “Men’s Edition,” I find myself not quite sure where to start. I’ve considered myself one of the guys in many circumstances. I was a tomboy as a child—one of the first picked, along with the boys, as one of the best kickball players on the playground. I was the only female…