Opinion

Working at the newspaper there really isn’t a “snow day.” Yes, it is snowing and there are icicles pointing down from buildings but a newspaper must be printed. Even if my driveway is covered with snow eight inches deep, stories must be typed off and sent to be edited.

Amid the recent snow drifting into the area, children stayed home as parents scrambled to make work arrangements. Others worked from home, and some took the day off to cozy together, watching movies and making homemade pizza.

After getting engaged last month, you can only imagine I have been scrambling to plan my wedding. I used to think people were joking or exaggerating about the wedding planning process.

My nephew, Beau, keeps me on my toes. Keeping on my toes is a good way to develop balance and agility.

The holidays came and left, now what are we supposed to do with this new year? What do we do with ourselves? It is a new year but it is also another day. Physically and mentally, nothing happens to us when the clock strikes midnight.

Nobody talks about the melancholy feeling of an older sibling after you move out of the house. You can feel free and light about your new independence but you don’t want your siblings to feel alone. In a house as tight-knit as mine, it feels like I’m ditching them by living approximately 13 minutes away from my three siblings.

The newspaper hit peak popularity in the late 19th and early 20th century. It was a golden age for newspapers in Europe and the United States, as content expanded, circulation increased exponentially and the number of newspapers reached historic levels, according to www.cislm.org.