Sunday was so beautiful. I got Alexa to play my favorite song in the world, “Lovely Day.” If you get a chance to listen to it, maybe it will make you smile, too.
As I typed our title this week, I thought to myself “There should be a Mail Carrier Day!” I looked it up and sure enough, we already have one on Feb. 4. They are rock stars!
After last week’s story of poo and puppies, I thought it was definitely time for us to move on to more pressing issues like new businesses and great people in our area.
After seven years of hoping and dreaming that someday we would bring back a rabies clinic to our area, this past Saturday it happened. As with all good things, it really did take a village. Also, when the timing is right, and things are meant to be, they do seem to fall into place.
Here it is Saturday morning, and I was struggling a little with what we should talk about this week, just as I thought this week might not be meant for “On The Road With Sherry.” As often happens, suddenly that changes, and a phrase or thought comes to mind.
On Saturday, John and I had the best luck running into Esther Hughes, who just happened to be working behind the counter at our local Staples store.
This column is provided by historian/author Richard Holmes and is a look back at Hood Park in Derry. Written in 2006, the park since then has become a major priority of the town.
Well, here it is 8:10 Saturday morning. John is asleep in a reclining chair in our family room, I’m wide awake typing to you, and our newest family member is exhausted and sleeping under my desk. Oh, what a night it was — you just can’t make this stuff up.
Well here it is, 3:33 a.m. on Monday, and I still have not started our story yet for this week. Why you might ask? We both know our time together starts first thing Sunday morning.
I can ask anyone for anything when it means that I can help someone that does not have a voice or if it’s for the right thing. I never do it in a pushy, nasty way. I do ask with appreciation and gratitude in my voice, always giving the person I’m asking the comfort of no pressure.
Just yesterday in the office this phrase came to mind: Fighting the good fight. Of course, I had to look up the definition and simply put it means, “Working tirelessly to try and make good choices and help others. This person wants to improve the world around them.”
It is so hard to believe that in just a few days it will be Christmas Eve. We are still in the middle of Hanukkah, too. We are blessed to be in the midst of joyful celebrations. Many religions and people coming together to celebrate the good in each other.
It seems almost every week we have been reminding each other to check on others around our towns. We have been trying to think of ways we can help yet still keep ourselves and our families safe too.
The pandemic has turned things upside down, forcing us to make countless adjustments, big and small, in every aspect of our lives.
Last week our town moderator Jonathan Kipp had our debrief meeting after the biggest, most unprecedented election in our history. Before Jonathan could even start our meeting, I said something to everyone like, "I know this sounds crazy, but I miss us all being together!"
Health care is one of the most important issues facing families in New Hampshire and nationwide. That’s why it’s concerning to hear politicians in Washington, D.C., continue to push proposals that would increase costs while jeopardizing health care access and quality.
I have been wanting to talk about angels together for a few weeks now and then it seems another beautiful story is presented, almost as though it is a sign from above or maybe a loved one.
Through snow, rain, heat, and night – and now an unprecedented pandemic – postal workers in the Granite State and across the United States do everything that they can to deliver mail safely and on time.
This week I really wanted to revisit together the way we ended last week's story. I am so grateful to each of you that reached out and said that my little story touched your heart.
As the rate of new COVID-19 cases has started to slow down in New Hampshire, businesses are cautiously opening their doors.
One of my favorite things or characters in people will always be a willingness to simply volunteer. It worries me that volunteering is slowly going by the wayside, but then maybe it’s not.
As I’m writing our story this week, I wish I could say I thought of it myself, but first thing this Sunday morning, John announced that June 14 is Flag Day in our great country.
"The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree" was one of John’s dad’s favorite sayings and he reminded us of it often. Poppa John used it mostly as it pertained to family life. It can definitely fit with other things, too
In less than a week, I went from being able to hug everyone to being warned not to hug at all. I know it’s for everyone’s own good, our community’s health and country, but I have to tell you it’s pretty hard to go cold turkey.
By the time you get our story this week it will either be Valentine’s Day Eve or Day 2019. Maybe this Valentine's Day we can all pick just a couple people to spread a little love to.
I don’t golf, but I spend a lot of time in Arizona tooling around in a golf cart. It’s just something lots of us do in a retirement community when the posted speed limit is 10 miles per hour.
Last week, we talked about new businesses and new authors in town and I know they want to thank all of us for supporting them and spreading the word. When I was teaching career education classes at the high school, we spent a lot of time discussing the word “networking." I believe it will a…
Here it was the morning of the Fourth of July and I decided to write to you much earlier in the week then I normally would. Later in the day we would celebrate the Fourth with great honor and pride in our home. I doubt the men and woman who gave us this gift by fighting for our freedom had a…
A few weeks back, I took a day off and Mackensie and I headed out for a beach day — just the two of us. It seems funny to even type to you “just the two of us," because, let’s face it, today when you head anywhere, even for a day off or a complete vacation week, most of us remain connected t…
Since retiring from teaching Hampstead sixth-graders almost two years ago, I’ve visited the United Kingdom and Scandinavia. I’ve stared into the abyss, and was thrilled to do so, when my wife, Betty, and I stopped at the Grand Canyon on our way back from Arizona, the land of cacti, palm tree…
This Week's Circulars
Londonderry - Rosemary Jackson Woodman died on Thursday, April 29, 2021, at home surrounded by loving family. Rosemary was born February 25, 1926, to Hiram Warren and Dorothy (Collieson) Jackson in Lexington, MA. She graduated from Laconia High School in 1943 and earned an Associate of Arts …
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