"Say their names! Say their names!" "BLACK LIVES MATTER!"

The way I see it, there are two different approaches to handling being stuck at home. If your housemates are in sync with your way of coping, all is bliss. If not, welcome to my world.

Our country is facing a health crisis unlike anything we have ever seen. Americans are understandably concerned about the coronavirus pandemic, but I have no doubt we will rise to this challenge together.

To keep you all up to date, here is something that was sent out from the House communications team. 

My name is... Nope. Too bland.

Danielle Egner is a Troy Buchanan High School graduate and alumni of the TBHS yearbook staff. 

I wrote my introductory column to The Lincoln County Journal in mid-October of 2018, while sitting in a very homey hotel room in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. 

Looking back, it’s a wonder I’m still alive and kicking. But here I am – a woman of AARP age with minimal physical scarring and only slight psychological aftereffects to show for the bad choices I made early in life.

I try to keep the inside of my car clean. But I’ve got a lot ‘o livin’ to do, and I do most of it there,

The country, state and local counties are treating the coronavirus pandemic more seriously every day, as governmental groups enact stricter contingencies to curtail the spread of the virus, and as people really start getting the hang of this social distancing thing. Bad news is, lots of thin…

I heard recently heard this perspective about what’s going on in our world today, and I though I’d share with you.  

Part of growing older is admitting it is happening. I struggle with this. Inside, I’m 30 years old. 

If you’ve been feeling scared, nervous or even a little freaked out lately, you are among millions of other people in that same boat. The word “pandemic” certainly doesn’t seem to do much other than to exacerbate everyone’s level of concern over the coronavirus. 

This is not necessarily my view on everything that’s going on, but this is what has come out of the capitol and I thought I would share with you all. 

I brought flowers to Mom this week. Springtime stems of forsythia, dogwood and lilac. It’s too early for the real thing – but silk is fine.

When I was in the sixth-grade, Mom made me a promise: If I got straight A’s that semester, she’d get me a dog.

It used to be referred to by a full noun. TELEPHONE. Sometimes “phone.” Never “cell.” We had telephones in our houses, connected to our walls or sitting on tables. Usually, there was only one; some fancier families had an extension.

A few weekends ago, I got the chance to go cross country skiing again, for the first time in a few years. I’d only ever done it a few times before, and my experience, while fun, basically consisted of sliding a few feet and then falling over.