Opinion

Thanksgiving versus Christmas As the Halloween season wraps up and the chill of autumn settles in, excitement for my favorite holiday intensifies with each passing day.

The prevailing sentiment noticed on social media is a palpable enthusiasm for the arrival of fall and the spooky season. However, my wholehearted dissent from the prevailing sentiment that summer should come to an end must be expressed.

On social media, it’s common to come across posts where people express their disdain for their jobs or their eagerness to leave work at the end of the day. When encountering such posts on platforms like Facebook or TikTok, it serves as a reminder of how fortunate I am to love my job genuinely.

As a passionate sports enthusiast, I am eagerly anticipating the upcoming NFL football season. I have some cherished traditions when it comes to watching these games.

As the annual celebration of American workers’ social and economic achievements approaches, I can’t help but reminisce about the tradition I share with my family. This year, we are commemorating the 130th anniversary of Labor Day.

Labor Day weekend is widely considered the unofficial swan song of summer.

As the new school year draws near, my heart is filled with a mix of emotions. I feel a sense of melancholy at the thought of my daughter, Aurora, stepping out into the world on her own, but I am also bursting with pride at the confident little girl she has become.

In my role as a journalist, I embark on a constant journey of discovery. Each day presents a unique story to uncover and every event location bears its own distinct character.

Like anything else in life, being a sports parent has its ups and downs. For me, there have been more ups than downs.

As the summer season draws to a close, I’ve been reflecting on the idea of taking my passion for volleyball to new heights. At the moment, I’m actively involved in two sand volleyball leagues - one at the Elks Lodge and the other at the Sandbox.