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Combing the fringe
Posted Monday, February 6, at 4:50 PM As a child, the foyer of my parent's home had two large oriental rugs, and every so often, I'd brush the fringe straight with a lime green comb. Combing the fringe. This was my suburban mother's idea of a chore. Eager to help, I did it willingly. As time progressed, the list of chores and I both grew. ...
I won't be in the newsroom Friday afternoon, I have a century to celebrate. The matriarch of my mother's family turns 100 this week. 100 ※ That's as far as I got with that post. I started writing it shortly after the new year and intended to finish it before my Aunt Kitty celebrated her 100th birthday on Jan. 20, 2012...
Slowing down Last Christmas Eve, my friend Bryan and I tucked ourselves into a pew near an elegant Nativity scene, as hundreds of people clad in red and green filed in the seats around us. The midnight ceremony began with a deep, booming voice proclaiming the lineage of Christ. ...
Living the lyrics ♪♫♪♫ Sometimes we don't say a thing, just listen to the crickets sing ♪♫♪♫ With a red iPod in hand and a giant purse of notebooks slung over my shoulder, I sang my way into my college dorm room one October afternoon in 2007. Taylor Swift's latest had quickly climbed to the most played song on my iTunes. I knew every word, and much to my roommate's dismay--she now knew every word too...
As a child, harvest meant painting pumpkins, trying on Halloween costumes and watching my mother fill glass vases with Pottery Barn-grown leaves. She placed decorative cornstalks from the local nursery near the front door. We pulled pumpkins off vines at an Illinois farm, and we longed for gourmet carmel apples to appear in the grocer's case...
Hiding behind the byline In my desk's bottom drawer there are two yellow legal pads and three stenobooks that have been used to their end. I'm diligent with my note-taking. I always have been. I scribble down quotes, reactions and observations. Then at the end of the event/interview/meeting, I pore over, highlight and decipher the loopy shorthand...
When the clouds started spinning and twisters began forming in Sedalia, I followed the storm. With the recent destruction in Joplin and tornado warnings blaring across the radar, I was terrified a twister might pick me up and throw me down in Oz--before my journalism career had a chance to plop me down in Marshall. Even more so, I knew my older brother was driving home via Highway 270 in stand-still traffic, with no hope of escaping the potential twister. If it hit there...
Twitter for novices --Go to Twitter.com --On the left side of the screen fill in your full name, email and password. Click the yellow "Sign up" box. --The next screen will repeat your information and generate a username for you. You can change this username if you want. Click "Create my account."...
A matter of faith I knew those words. "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change." A board member I didn't recognize smiled, as I recited the phrase along with the members of the Saline County Health Department Board of Trustees. In high school I tucked a shred of paper with those words behind my then newly-acquired driver's license. The Serenity Prayer is a favorite mantra of mine, and one I quote often...
Living, a nightmare The outside of the multiunit apartment was crumbling, the windows looked battered and trash lay scattered in yard. The inside was worse. The appliances probably hadn't been updated since appliances were invented. A rusty furnace sat awkwardly in the middle of the studio apartment. ...
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Maggie Menderski graduated with a Bachelor of Journalism degree from the University of Missouri in May 2011. The St. Louis native began working as a staff writer for the Democrat-News shortly after. In her Out of Ink blog, she (typically) muses about the differences between rural and suburban life.
Hot topics Combing the fringe(0 ~ 4:41 PM, Feb 6)
Changing the story
Slowing down
Living the lyrics
You harvest, I'll plant
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