The phrase “may you live in interesting times” describes the political climate in New Hampshire these days.
This story actually happened to Meredith and myself about three weeks ago. I couldn’t wait to tell you because I hope it will make you smile and that you will agree that you can’t make this stuff up.
This week as you are reading our story, I will be attending the 96th annual New Hampshire City and Town Clerks Conference with over 250 Clerks from all over our great state.
Here’s a word I never thought I would be typing to you — coccidiosis! I think John and I thought that in the new modern, clean world that we live in strange words like this would never cross our paths. You know our Gigi, she’s almost nine months old now and she has become the center of our …
This past weekend we had my daughter Meredith’s bridal shower at our home. For so many reasons I bet it is easier to have celebrations like this at a restaurant or off-site location.
Last weekend, my husband John and I attended a memorial service for one of John’s friend’s mom’s passing. The gift here was that Agnes was 93 and had a beautiful life lived well and to the fullest. Not everyone, actually only a few people, can we type that about.
The damage from the opioid crisis extends beyond the harms of addiction and overdose. Some doctors say it also hurts people with chronic pain by derailing research intended to help them.
My husband, John, has always had a saying that goes something like this: “If you’re going to bring someone a problem, then the least you can do is bring them a possible solution, too.”
The solution to bringing a viable Paid Family Medical Leave program to New Hampshire has been an unsolved puzzle for two decades, but a trailblazing proposal crafted by Gov. Chris Sununu and supported by the Legislature will soon make it a reality in our state.
It occurred 50 years ago this month, a story known primarily by people now dead but one that is vital for our times, and for all time. It is a tale about the Pentagon Papers, the Unitarian Universalist Church, a teeny publishing house, a radical historian, a renegade Pentagon employee, a cou…
How do some people just have a way of knowing what we need and when we need it without even asking? Some might say it is an instinctual sixth sense or sensitivity to others. This week my hat goes off to those wonderful people.
This week I had the honor of being selected as a volunteer election official to assist with conducting the audit on the Windham, Nov. 3 general election.
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.
This Week's Circulars
Tampa - Robin Jayne (Morrison) Leisure, 62, of Tampa, FL, passed away Thursday, September 16, 2021, in her home. Robin was born in Lawrence, MA, and grew up on 110 Blvd., along the Merrimack River, in Methuen, MA. She graduated from Methuen High School and lived in Derry, NH, for many years …
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