Last week, Hannah Ball did a Facebook shout out asking people to share their dating “fail” stories. Since she didn’t get any responses, I can only deduce that people around here know how the dating thing is supposed to work.

 When my sons Sean and Will were 10 and 8 respectively, there was a boy whose family moved into the house two doors down from us — and the three of them quickly became fast friends.

 A couple of weeks ago, a Facebook friend posted the 10 things that everyone seems to like, but her — not so much. I didn’t post anything then, but I do agree that most of the people I know love things that I don’t.

 It’s hard to believe that it has been almost 37 years since I enjoyed a Hawaiian vacation. The trip was made possible by my employer, an international courier company. Not only did all employees worldwide enjoy flight benefits, there were certain destinations, like in Hawaii, where a compan…

 The Tri-County Times special bridal section will be included with your Sunday, Jan. 20 Weekend edition. I have read every single story in it and I must say, it is the best one ever. As always, Sally Rummel did an amazing job. 

 For this weekend’s Street Talk question, we asked people what they do to relieve stress. It’s a very good question since many people are stressed out this time of year. Not only are many in the position of paying off their Christmas debt, some are focused on losing the 10 or 20 or so extra …

 It was a pleasure for me to be able to write about Sears for this weekend’s edition. I do have to say, however, that I am kind of glad my father is not alive to see what has happened to the one-time “World’s Largest Store” — bankruptcy and closings.

 Here we go again — “Mom, what do you want for Christmas?” I struggle with this every year because honestly, other than a brand new, bright red Ford Mustang convertible in my garage, I have everything I want or need.

 In the spring of 2003, I received an Easter card from my parents, who lived near Phoenix, Arizona. My mother included a photograph with that card. It was a picture of her, my dad and my uncle.

 My coworker, Hannah Ball, wrote an article about more businesses passing credit card fees onto their customers. It was published in the Wednesday, Nov. 28 edition (If you don’t get Midweek edition you should, good stuff in there). It says businesses are paying up to 4 percent per credit and…

 My son and his new bride as of Sept. 6 are returning home from their honeymoon today. They spent a glorious week in paradise — also known as Costa Rica.

 There is an old saying that “the squeaky wheel gets the grease.” That came to mind this week when thinking about one of those squeaky wheels — a man named Pete Medor.

 “There must be something in the water!” Remember that old joke being told when a series of young women became pregnant at the same time?

 If my mother was alive and watching the news today, she would be pointing and shaking her finger, “I knew this would happen, I told you so!”

 I don’t know what it is about scary TV shows but I just love them. I’m not talking about The Walking Dead or any of those shows. Walking zombies? Why? Where are they going? Why?

 The television coverage last week of Hurricane Michael in the Florida panhandle has been riveting. I can’t even imagine what it is like to go through a nightmare hurricane like that.

 When I was a kid we could not have a pet dog or a cat because our mom was allergic to them. I don’t know if it was the hair, the dander or what, she just couldn’t be around them.

 When I was a kid, one of my favorite early Saturday TV shows was “Our Gang,” also known as “The Little Rascals.”

    Last week, I told you about my long ago interview with Ivar Strom of Fenton. A couple of weeks later, I also had the pleasure of interviewing Leo Weigant in the Shiawassee Avenue home he shared with his wife, Jean. He talked about the old days of Fenton.

Driving around the city of Fenton today, it’s hard to imagine what life was like in the early 1900s. I had the good fortune in mid-1995 to interview a man named Ivar Strom, who shared his wonderful stories of days gone by.

 When I read Hannah Ball’s opinion piece in the Sunday, Aug. 26 edition, “The killer of industries — Millennials,” my first thought was “Ugh, there’s that word again.”

Another American family is mourning the loss this week of their precious daughter, who was stalked and murdered while jogging on a rural Iowa road.

Here’s a tip for all the ladies out there contemplating marriage. If you want to know what kind of husband your intended will be, observe how he treats his mother. More importantly, pay close attention to how his father treats his mother, and grandmother.

Seeing that big yellow school bus facing Owen Road with the “bus drivers needed” sign at Fenton schools brings back some very fond memories, memories of my old school bus driver, John Fox.

In May, I sent away to ancestrydna.com for a DNA kit. When the kit arrived, I read the instructions and learned that I would have to spit some saliva into a little vial. Once the vial was filled, I was to shake it up, mixing it with the solution at the bottom, and send it back to ancestry in…

When I was a kid, the rhyme “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me,” meant something. It meant something to all of us kids in grade school (what they called elementary school back in the olden days).

In this weekend’s edition, I wrote a little story about Braden Diehl, one of our valued newspaper carriers. I appreciate Braden more than he may ever know because my sons, too, were carriers when they were kids. It was their first job and they were so proud to be making their own money.

People in Fenton complain about a lot of things — the roads, the traffic, not enough of this, too much of that — it’s never-ending.

Last week, I was reading a WHMI online news story. It was about how members of one political party came up with a plan to fund Livingston County road repairs — without raising taxes.

My husband and I talked it over and we have decided that we are going to take up camping again. Both of us camped with our families when we were kids, and we took our own boys camping when they were youngsters.

 At this stage in my life there isn’t too much that I want or need. I have a great family that includes my husband, sons and a little grandson. I live in a great neighborhood with wonderful neighbors. And I have a great job that I have been saying for years I would do for free if I could afford it.

A few years ago, when our son and his fiancée lived in the Los Angeles area, my husband and I flew out there to visit with them for a week. We had a wonderful time.

While riding in my husband’s truck up Park Street in Fenton last Sunday, the road was so bumpy from potholes that my mind started wandering to what it must have been like in the 1800s.

With Mother’s Day coming up next Sunday, it won’t be long before I’m asked what I want, as in a gift. Honestly, having the honor and pleasure of being a mom to two sons and stepmom to another two, all of whom are adults now, is gift enough.

 A few days ago, I watched Good Morning America as I do every morning and was flabbergasted by a segment they titled “What are the new rules in a post #MeToo workplace?”

On Tuesday, April 17, we lost someone special, who in my opinion had more class and dignity than any woman in U.S. history — Barbara Bush.

Other than old age or illness, I truly believe there is another reason the elderly die when they do. They won’t be able to handle one more day of what the future has in store.

Transparency — that’s the latest “buzzword” we’ll be hearing often before the August and November elections.

 Next Saturday will mark the 10th anniversary of my mother’s passing. She died on April 7, 2008. I have been thinking a lot about her this week, not with sadness but by reminiscing and laughing over some of the things she did that I haven’t thought about in years.

 When my youngest son was in high school, he wanted to go somewhere for spring break. His dad and older brother had to work so it was just him and me.

One of my favorite conveniences as a writer for the Tri-County Times is the ability to ask my questions and receive answers via email. The benefits are many, at least in my opinion.