Are you racist? Most people nowadays cringe at the thought. But to my mind, therein lies the problem: denial. I’ve looked at racism from both sides now, and I think I finally understand it. I was born into a white, racist, fundamentalist Christian family in Louisiana in the 1950s. I . . .
Remember the “good old days” when girls sat around waiting for boys to ask them out? And the boys would rather eat dirt than face rejection? Things have changed a lot since then. Internet dating sites have proliferated, as have the horror stories of scams, bad dates and more rejection . . .
It’s been a long journey from Van Nuys, in southern California, to Ridgway for John Billings, 71. A quiet, unassuming man, he may not personify fame, but he is certainly an unrivaled winner in the awards world. Billings is the creator of music’s most coveted trophy: the Grammy. A SoCal . . .
On the first Saturday of each month, a small group of black powder enthusiasts gathers near Delta to practice shooting skills. The Montrose Mountain Men—a close-knit group whose mission is to enjoy shooting the way it was during the fur trapping era of the 1800s—includes participants from Delta, Olathe, Grand . . .
More and more, people in their 40s, 50s and 60s are finding themselves in the middle of the generational “sandwich,” caring for both parents and children, either all in one home or in separate residences. Being the filling in the sandwich means trying to fulfill the needs of both slices . . .