Opinion

JERUSALEM — Any day of the week here, the 4:30 a.m. Muslim call to prayer may wake you up. As a Christian in this holy land, it calls me, too. And, sure enough: If you head out the door to the Old City, you will be joining Muslims, Jews and Christians going to their houses of worship.

Starting a job you may or may not be qualified for is daunting, scary and intimidating. It feels like being thrown into the deep water as a kid – not sure if you will sink or swim. In my case, I did not know anything about journalism. My degree isn’t even in communications, let alone writing.

In light of National Women’s History Month, a flashback to the 1920s – when life was changing for women. Not only did women get the right to vote – they were also able to start to work. With new fashion trends such as knee-high dresses and pants, women then paved the way for women in the present.

Carrie Classon’s, “Blue Yarn: A Memoir,” is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other fine stores. Learn more at CarrieClasson.

Dealing with people in general or specifically partners, family members or friends can be quite the challenge. Being close with individuals will likely bring disagreements or quarrels – leading to annoyance and irritation.

The Tigers won’t have to travel far this weekend to pursue their dreams of qualifying for state in boys wrestling. The Tigers are hosting their qualifying tournament, with Class 2 District 4 competition slated for Friday and Saturday at Excelsior Springs High School.

Carrie Classon’s, “Blue Yarn: A Memoir,” is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other fine stores. Learn more at CarrieClasson.

February is National Heart Month, but many also consider it the month of love. As a result, Valentine’s Day has taken over the entire month.

It was snowing hard, the way it almost never does anymore, and I decided I needed to go for my walk, heedless of the weather. “I probably won’t be gone long!” I texted a friend in California as I headed out the door looking like an Arctic explorer.

Waking up this morning, pulling the covers over my head as we all did as a child. As the lights were turned on. Blinded through the cloth, the light twinkled through the threads. Reminded by reality – we’re adults.