Belief is a beautiful image
When the red truck’s engine greeted the tree-lined driveway nestled on a cul-de-sac, a 3-year-old playing at the neighbor’s house would sprint through yards to get to the truck’s driver with open arms. “That’s the picture of true love,” a neighbor once told the little girl’s mom.
Writing on Presidents’ Day
As Presidents’ Day comes and goes Monday, we will most likely think of the stories of leaders who have come and gone. The moments we remember on our TV screens; whether they may be a tragic taking of a president’s young life or a triumphant speech that restored faith in our immediate worlds. Often times these moments captured in history are birthed in our nation’s capital and saved as a snapshot in the story of our country.
Cupid’s love story: ‘It’s complicated.’
The idea of love is different from all ages and perspectives. Rather ironically, Mr. Cupid — despite having the best perspective of every type of love as he darts between the clouds — didn’t have the suave, swagger or sentimental romancing skills you’d expect from Valentine’s Day’s leading man. But, I guess he does fly around in a diaper, shooting arrows at people, so maybe it’s not so ironic he failed Romance 101?
Cheers to chocolate and sweet memories
When Samaritan Caregivers’ Jamey Henderson invited me to sample sweet treats as a Chocolate Celebration judge, my taste buds were so busy doing a happy dance I could barely utter an excited, “Yes!” As I listened to my delicious judging duties - my taste buds were busting out The Macarena at this point - I thought about my grandma whose sweet tooth would’ve emptied the place out with style.
My Best of Kokomo 2012
All the places, things and people featured in Best of Kokomo 2012 facilitate our minds’ favorite memories in a town we’ve grown up in, we’ve just planted our feet in or we’re just passing through — and picking up a tenderloin from Ned’s Corner Pub on the way home.
Lindsay's column: 01.18.13 >>Book-less libraries
A winter retreat through my childhood was within the stories of souls and sweet escapes. These live on pages seen by countless pairs of eyes before my own. It was the destination on rainy days, snow days and days to learn about leaders’ legacies.
Lindsay's column: 01.11.13 >>My first in the City of Firsts
My Uncle Al’s laugh could chase the sounds of fear away. Tuesday will mark my family’s third winter without him. These words are for him.
LINDSAY: Sleigh ride turns slippery
The snow had dotted the streets for hours, laying a sparkling blanket of white over my grandparents’ country landscape. The wind whispered a gentle cue to my Pap’s horses as he retrieved the sleigh from his barn.
Lindsay's column: 12.30.12 >>New Year’s Eve: Crank up the style with a bathing suit
It was the night for glamor, the season’s peak for the perfect outfit and my attire had been carefully chosen for New Year’s Eve.
Lindsay's column: 12.23.12 >> Dear Virginia
I’ve always been fascinated with the editorial reply of “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.”
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