I had the best intentions when I bought a 5-pound Cutie box of Clementine tangerines. Round, colorful snacks to toss in the car when I’m driving around. Compact balls of vitamin C. I ate just two. The rest sat in the bottom of my refrigerator’s… Continue Reading
Q: Melinda, thanks so much for talking with me today. There’s no way to address this issue without getting your input. Can you briefly describe your position, and POP, and your organization’s mission?
Consider this my belated Valentine’s Day gift. Once upon a time, almost 16 years ago, I started my collection of heart-shaped rocks. I should clarify that this was an unintentional collection, because in a way, it was as if the collection chose me. It’s… Continue Reading
Before I joined the ranks of happily married mommies, I was a single girl once. After college, I learned that anyone who held to not dating from their pool of coworkers had a relatively narrow field of potential mate options. Continue Reading
If there’s anything that Marcus Partin has learned about himself during the dreaming, planning and developing phases of the yet-to-be-built Shasta Wine Village, three miles north of Redding, it’s that he can keep a secret when he has to. Partin recently shared… Continue Reading
Q: Hi, Marcus. I hear you’re the guy with the vision and plan for the Shasta Wine Village. I know you’re crazy-busy, so we are extra appreciative that you took time to talk with us. Continue Reading
I’ll cut right to the chase. It’s almost Valentine’s Day. You have two days. Never fear, you still have time to make something chocolate for either your sweetheart or yourself (or both). I have three perfect recipes for you. First,… Continue Reading
The issue of helping those unsheltered or unsheltered and ill in our community by degree or direction is daunting, yet seems to be the focus of concern for many who have written comments (about the Homeless in Redding series).
What can an individual do to help? Without our families, where could we all be by some unfortunate streak of luck?
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Some people call him D.J., but his given name is Donald James Hunt. He’s 32, with a Clint-Eastwood squint and expressions on his face that change as rapidly as unpredictable weather; from a quick flash of a grin to an overcast frown. His voice – that’s another story. It… Continue Reading
It’s a sad day for community college journalism. The Shasta Collage Lance won’t be published this semester. The class that produces it, Newspaper Production, has been cancelled. What’s significant about the loss of this course is that first, it’s the… Continue Reading
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