Joyce Minor

Driving aimlessly with clueless GPS directions

Am I the only one who feels like driving is becoming the newest blood sport? Highlands County is not Los Angeles or Chicago, or even Atlanta. Yet it seems every day there’s another multi-car pile-up or motorcycle tragedy right here in our litt...
Published: 05/29/16

Meandering road to finish line spurs fatigue

I don’t feel well today. Nothing is really wrong — no pain, nausea or other specific discomfort. I just don’t feel well, pure and simple.
Published: 05/22/16

Stand and deliver, please

I’ve had it with everyone and everything that promises but doesn’t deliver. It seems to be the scourge of the decade and I’ve had enough.
Updated one month ago

Read, re-read emails before hitting send

About once a year I decide to clear old emails off my computer and wind up spending at least a couple of hours doing it. The reason it takes so long is that I can’t bear to delete anything without rereading it for fear I’ll trash someth...
Updated one month ago

Do you remember May Day?

When I was a kid growing up in Michigan and Indiana, May 1 was a special day. We called it May Day and it was basically a celebration of spring.
Updated one month ago

Memories can hurt

Memories are powerful, especially childhood memories. No matter how old I get, certain childhood memories are so strong they can burst forth as fresh as this morning’s dew, especially when triggered by something simple like a familiar smell or...
Updated one month ago

Sometimes opportunity drops in

When I was a sophomore in high school a disaster happened that changed my life — the roof of our town’s junior high school collapsed. The building had been slated for demolition as soon as a new one could be built, but the roof couldn&#...
Updated one month ago

They make my skin crawl

I hate creepy crawlies. I don’t care if it’s an insect or an arachnid, a crustacean or an amphibian. If it buzzes, crawls, slithers or slimes it’s way around, I hate it — period.
Updated: 2 months ago

The day the Easter Bunny died

When I was a kid, Easter was a time for new clothes and picture hats and, of course, Easter eggs.
Updated: 2 months ago

It runs in the family

Celesta Batterbee woke with a start as her granddaughter came into the room carrying a tray of breakfast food.
Updated: 2 months ago