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While a new hospital is going to be built; why not build one that can service as many needs as possible of the local area?

Who am I? It is a pivotal question I am searching to answer even in my later years.

In a recent conversation, I found myself explaining a fact that many today find almost unimaginable. Not so long ago, women in the U.S. couldn’t solely sign for a business loan without a male co-signer.

They say that everyone’s “wonder years” are the years between the ages of 10 and 18, or up until you graduate from high school. I was lucky enough to spend my wonder years in the 70s.

The holiday decorations stashed away, I am suddenly in the mood for more floral décor, like the colorful dresser scarves my mother-in-law embroidered as a young woman, and the crocheted doilies my daughters made as teenagers from her old patterns and thread they found upstairs.

To those youth I suggest instead enjoy the things you can do now. More than likely, there will come a time when you will not be able to enjoy all the same things as now.

My entire life, I have been a believer in signs. Those signs could take shape in many forms, through a song, thoughts, words spoken, a gut instinct, or a cardinal appearing at the right moment.

He assumed his opportunity for schooling had passed, until years after retirement he was invited to join an adult literacy class. He thought, why not? He was tired of just fishing.

Tomorrow is the first day of Hanukkah and is also Christmas Day. Meaningful beliefs, music and customs accompany both teachings.

I turned around to find Santa Claus walking towards me out of uniform ...

Bob Cotner was more than a writer; he was a scholar, poet and storyteller who wove his wisdom and compassion into every article he contributed.

For those who like to write, The Times and NewsTribune is offering an opportunity for your voice to be heard.

I don’t travel much anymore. I feel like my main place is home taking care of my cows.

I am going to talk about the Heisman Trophy candidates and give you my pick.

Someone you know is missing somebody.

Have you noticed the “farmhouse” décor style making the rounds these days?

“Did you ever notice that every vice has its corresponding virtue?” So reflected my seasoned father as I was complaining about the faults I was discovering in my new farmer boss.

Why did I feel the need to begin holiday decorating early?

I worked as a judge for the 2024 General Election a few weeks ago. It was a long day.

Here on the farm, we gain a lot of spiritual lessons while taking care of our livestock. Patience, perseverance, humility and awe are just a few.

As the holidays approach, many of us think about charitable giving, either financially or by volunteering our time and talent. Perhaps you have a charity of choice or two. But what if you want to support a community, not just a few organizations?

Our country is living in tumultuous times.

Last November I gave away my last Buick and bought my son’s Ford hybrid.

I stand amazed at the way all our approximately 600 muscles help us move, breathe, pump blood, lift things, and all the other work our bodies do, much of it without our giving it a thought.

Here in La Salle County, changes are coming as we settle in to the last few months of 2024.

“As AI Chatboxes become more powerful, how do we know they’re working in our best interest?” asks Carol Yepes.

One day recently when I picked up my granddaughter from kindergarten, for some reason she was in no hurry to leave the building. So, I simply seated myself in the hallway while she stood around, peering in some other classrooms, lingering, processing something in her young mind.

Everything inside that school has a story. We are now the stewards of these items, and it is up to us to learn from the past, good and bad, and share the tales and keep the legacy moving forward.

The latest issue of “Decision” magazine arrived today. It brought back memories and a longing for “Billy Graham Days" ...

I grew up the youngest of five daughters. My sisters closest in age were my playmates, of course, and the second oldest was like an extra mother, very nurturing. The eldest, Betsy, and I had a special bond, though.

Learning to read is extremely important. Reading is the key to solving problems, finding out about other cultures and people, and is the best way to connect and understand each other.

I was in the stands when the Northern Illinois University Huskies played their first game ever against the Notre Dame Fighting Irish.

Dear Alex, Remember me? I have written to you before … it turns out now I need “phone lessons!”

My son Leo Manley Volker turns 21 this month. He’s smart, he’s tall, he’s strong, he’s good-looking. We’re ready to turn him loose on the world. Very much so! He’s been a great son throughout, and so, how do you build a boy and make a man?

Think about this. What if your only contact with the world around you was through your senses of touch, smell, and taste? How would you communicate? How would you figure out what was going on?

Baby Boomers are the longest living generation thus far in history, and we have seen many changes.

I’ve been thinking about that lone flower all week.

Write Team: September is indeed a special month, isn’t it?

I may not recall all the details that went on, but what I do remember about my first year of school is that it was a positive experience.

She’s 3 1/2 now and interested in everything. When her parents take her to new places, they call those trips adventures. I told her the county fair is a special adventure full of farm animals.

I now have four great grandchildren! Because they already had “grandmas” I decided I would be called GIGi, for Great Grandma.

Wow, summer is full-blown, and a new school year is upon us.

We are in the midst of the Dog Days of Summer.

The mind is a great gift! It stores our ideas, memories, plans, secrets, hopes, dreams etc.

The recent disclosure by OSF to build a new hospital in Ottawa while shifting some of their long standing services to Peru came as a shock to everyone including me.

Are you a dissectologist? Although the word does bring to mind distressing memories of a high school Biology lab, it actually describes a person who enjoys doing puzzles, usually jigsaw puzzles.

There was the year when our very best vegetable harvest involved nurturing, but in an unexpected way.

The prospect of the theater that now passes as politics taking up even more of my time and attention makes me queasy. Because of that, I spend more time outside.

The first day I exercised at the beautiful new Ottawa YMCA, the view that caught my eye included the old railroad bridge where the “Dinky” used to pass over the Illinois River.

The recent 80th commemoration of the greatest military invasion in human history, the invasion of Normandy, June 6, 1944, has brought significant personal remembrances that I would like to share with you.