Hoping at another chance to give proper thanks.

It began in February when the Beloved and I had our taxes done

Not content with being the worst President in U.S. History, Jimmy Carter won't rest until he is the worst ex-President in U.S. History.

Would you believe me if I told you that right about the same time that President Bush was preparing us to go to war, three democrat congressmen actually made a trip to Iraq

My Dad delighted in telling fables. He used little stories often to teach me various lessons about life.

This isn't going to be a typical editorial about Wal-Mart; but for the sake of partiality, and maybe even my sanity, I'm going to throw out a disclaimer before continuing.

Rebate checks can add fuel to local communities

A couple of days ago I bought some candy from a convenience store and, when the cashier handed me my change, I almost handed it back to her. I thought she had given me Monopoly money when I saw the giant purple five on the back of the bill.

Did you ever wonder what determines the price of a gallon of gasoline?

Reading my email concerning religion and the hot exchange of theories and beliefs about various religions has become almost a full time job of late.

I guess sometimes I forget that we don't live in Pleasantville.

It all went amicably Monday night inside the North TV studios for true face-off between candidates.

Don’t just clean house, cleanse your body.

Check out President Bush's comments earlier this week referring to our enemies in Iraq, Afghanistan and around the world:

Sarah has 15 reviewers for her site, Gruntlings.com, who try out the product and write reviews which she edits and posts. I have just become the Grandmother stuff reviewer.

Listening to the news lately, I can't help but wonder why anyone would want to be a politician.

I’ve become part of a GPS family.

Because true freedom does not happen by accident.

It would appear that the religious tract hurling me into the firey pit for rejecting Jesus has stirred thoughts among Free Press readers. I thought the religious tract was horrid, but some of the email from those professing to be Christians rival that horror.

I've always liked St. Patrick's Day. It may be a surprise, because if you care to study the name below the title of this column, you'll discover that no "mc, "o," or "fitz" festoons my surname, and though somewhere down the line, probably my mother's great-great grandfather, someone probably boarded a boat from Ireland, it hasn't awarded me with the Irish-ness that being an O'Lazzaro would.