Letters: National Assisted Living Week, rule of law
Honor our elders, celebrate joy
Now that the closures of the pandemic have waned, many are returning to regular schedules and making up for missed travel. I would like to remind everyone that it’s easy to forget that our elders took the brunt of illness...
Join the fight against the unfair take-away from state’s school teachers
Dear Editor, This is a time when legislators tell the public
Letters: Hear that train coming? It’s the sound of debt, job loss and taxes
Dear Editor, The bullet train boondoggle will cause long-term
Pride is just another form of selfishness
My first newspaper column was written at the suggestion of the
Ancient Bristlecone pine thrives in inhospitable environment
The Crusades. The birth of Jesus. Ancient Greece. The Roman
How about starting a local fund to help pay for library expansion?
Last year, Morgan Hill made a proposal to have a new local
Remembering the Worst Job I Ever Had
Maybe your worst job ever was when you were in high school. Or maybe it was during college, or your first professional job. Or, perhaps, you've just retired from it. No matter. The fact is that we've all had jobs that in retrospect make us wince, lament or laugh out loud. Actually, a bad job should be a rite of passage. And, our "bad jobs" should be a learning experience. Bad jobs teach us humility, patience, and fortitude and how to get along with others. Most importantly, they teach us to aspire to something better.



