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Louise Hoffman Broach LbroachFinger Lakes Times |
Sometimes, it feels like fighting through cobwebs. Although most of my columns are pretty personal, this one is maybe more so than the rest. But...
Do you remember sitting in school and your teacher wanting to share an interesting little tidbit — and having one of your classmates start waving...
A few months ago, I think my mother-in-law Vada finally accepted that she was really 92, not 82 as she had insisted for a while, blaming it on that...
I’ve been doing a lot of music writing lately. I hope you caught my interview with Kevin Crawford, the flute player for Lúnasa, the Irish band that...
I am old-school. When I want to pay a bill, need roadside assistance, or confirm something, I want to talk with a person, not a virtual assistant....
When we received our assignments for our special section on the upcoming total solar eclipse in April, it brought back a funny memory. It was fifth...
There is so much wrong, in so many ways, with John Murtari’s column Monday suggesting that the charges against the Clyde-Savannah students accused...
I got an email not long ago from Sakshi Ojha, who wants to teach me how to use Rizzle to create videos for news stories through artificial...
A George Santos movie? My first thought: like someone’s dirty underwear, no one wants to see that. Yet, just days after he was shamed, disgraced and...
There are a lot of fun things that go along with being in the role of a grandparent. But there are things, too, that aren’t so fun but necessary,...
Recently, I was chastised for using information that I garnered from social media in a story. Everybody knows, the critic said, social media contains...
I visited my grandgirls recently and brought them — what else? — books, of course. I own a bookstore. That’s the side business I have had for...
I am ashamed to say this: I did not know the origins of the word “woke” as it is being used these days. I actually scoffed at it in one of my...
I read something in the pediatricians’ column on the Wit and Wisdom pages in our paper Monday that struck a chord. It was a loud gong actually, in...
I was recruited to babysit for my grandboys a while back so my daughter and her partner could go to Taste of Wayne County for a couple of hours, to...
My boss, Mike Cutillo, ended his column a couple of weeks ago about his beloved Aunt Zia Rita by asking the question, “How’s your family tree?”...