Though hard to believe, September is here and pretty soon we’ll be trading our flip-flops for boots, shorts for jeans and tank tops for flannels. It’s also time for the store shelves to become en-“gourd”-ged with pumpkin spice products.
As parents, the last month has brought stressful decisions regarding our children’s education. Choosing whether to start the school year with in-person or distance learning felt like picking the worst “Would You Rather” question in the deck.
Note to self: Never schedule the kids for a doctor’s checkup at the same appointment. It’s not a good idea to be outnumbered. — Sept. 9, 2005
A few weeks ago we asked readers on social media where the worst stoplight in town is located and judging from the more than 150 responses we received it’s safe to say we have quite a few closet road ragers around here.
Like just about everything else this year, July Fourth in Frankfort is going to be a lot different compliments of the coronavirus pandemic. The patriotic day usually dawns with the Great Buffalo Chase 5K at Buffalo Trace Distillery and sets with a fireworks show at Capitol View Park with cop…
In the age of COVID-19 one thing has become abundantly apparent: You can tell a lot about a person by the covering or lack thereof on their face.
From the moment local and state health officials recommended wearing a face mask in public to help contain the spread of COVID-19, Kentuckians have been bickering back and forth about whether they will comply. (Just do it, people. Until a vaccine or better treatment is available, be consider…
To be frank, the term “essential worker” sounded a lot better a month ago before I also gained the responsibility of being the sole family representative chosen to leave our lair for food, work, food, groceries, food, necessities and food.
Back in the pre-internet era when I was a wide-eyed sophomore in high school, our world history teacher gave the greatest final exam of all time. Our two-hour timed challenge was to describe the significance of each historical event in the lyrics of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”
Even with 13 years of stay-at-home mom experience under my belt, nothing could prepare me for working remotely with three kids and my husband at home. Let’s just say I have learned a lot about teenagers in the past few days. What I have found is that they are nothing like their toddler count…
In case you missed it, a letter to the editor published earlier this week (“Letter: 'Skinny jeans,' pajama pants display a cheap message,” Feb. 25) has gotten a lot of attention online — not for its compelling insight or convincing prose but for its cheap shot at women, in particular our attire.
Most stores go above and beyond to roll out the red carpet for their customers. Apparently that isn’t so at Walmart — which is guarded as if Fort Knox gold is inside, not rollback prices on supersized Arm & Hammer OxiClean fresh scent liquid laundry detergent and 48-count packages of Ene…
Hoping to score an interview with a city bus driver for a story I was working on, I forfeited the warmth, privacy and comfort of my vehicle to wait in a Frankfort Transit shelter outside Chick-Fil-A on Thursday afternoon. But it wasn’t until two or three stops into the ride that I realized h…
A few months back loyal State Journal reader Bob Gullette, a man about town if ever there was one, dropped me an email suggesting that I pen a column on my “new life as an editor as opposed to a reporter.” My response was that it would bore readers to death but he insisted so I figured I’d g…
As an avid college football fan my excitement over watching some bowl games during a few days off between the holidays quickly fizzled when I checked out the lineup. Apparently, I would only be able to catch a handful of the ridiculously large number of games because of the way they are spaced out.
With three loud, rambunctious kids all born within five years of each other, the holidays in our house have always tended to be more “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” than “Miracle on 34th Street.”
After three days of having two teenage boys and a tween girl at home over Thanksgiving break combined with the fact that we are only half decorated for Christmas, our house looks like a cross between a winter wonderland and a frat house afterparty (minus the beer cans).
It was 23 years ago today — in what seems like another lifetime — that I achieved one of my dreams, but quite frankly the only reason I even remember the date is because it is also my brother’s birthday.
As my husband will readily attest, I am abominable at visualizing which Tupperware container will hold the dinner leftovers. Without fail I pick one that is too small and end up splattering the counter and myself with the contents while attempting to snap the lid shut.
After spending a handful of days visiting my folks in the Maryland mountains over fall break, I was overjoyed when we returned home to Central Kentucky with its friendly faces and hospitality. You see, there are certain Southern mannerisms that are frowned upon in northern states.
With her cheerful answers to questions I didn’t ask and her inability to shut up no matter how many times I repeat myself, there are moments when it feels as though we have a fourth kid in the house — Alexa (the Amazon Echo).
When it comes to shopping the only thing worse than the crush at the grocery for staples before an anticipated snowstorm is back to school shopping.
If you have noticed friends looking quite a bit older in your social media news feeds lately, don’t fret. You haven’t traveled to the future. FaceApp is just the latest fad phone application that allows users a glimpse of what they may look like as they age.
Oftentimes we are so immersed in the hustle and bustle of our daily lives that it takes something monumental to make us stop and count our blessings. A pair of local tragedies in the past nine days has certainly given me a new appreciation for the fragility of life.