Thanks for your role in The Gazette receiving a national award in the form of one of only 11 honorable mentions in E & P Magazine.

Everyone has his or her lines in the sand, the lines which no one may cross. These are the non-negotiables.

During the last several years, I’ve noticed that the town’s highway department received a new name: the Public Works Department.

Spring has many definitions. According to the Oxford Dictionary, spring is “the season after winter and before summer.”

For 19 years, The Gazette has sponsored Restaurant Week in Hammonton (February 23 to March 6) and published a keepsake Dining Guide.

The Dremel I ordered last week came in the mail today. It’s my second one. No, the first one didn’t break. It was stolen.

The Super Bowl is behind us. The NFL season is behind us. The NBA and college basketball seasons are filled with promise.

Next Thursday, Robyn and I will celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary.

Whether it’s for an article or an ad, I can always depend the owners or employees of local businesses to fill me in on what’s happening.

Snow is no fun to clean up. Trust me, I get it. I always hated shoveling or clearing off the cars as a kid. And I still do.

It’s been fun to see some of the names from the past—and to put those names back in print, in some cases for the first time in decades.

Of all the teachers I encountered in my life one stands out. She was the first genuine intellectual I ever met and the first real scientist.

This past weekend, the memory of the show made me think about Hammonton things that aren’t there anymore.

Since the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic, businesses have instituted new rules (and some were government mandates).

The Hammontonian Magazine arrives with this week’s edition of The Gazette.

This year certainly started off as a winter wonderland, didn’t it? We had two snow days in one week, and my wife Robyn was very excited.

Most communities either don’t have any elected officials holding higher office, or just one. Hammonton has four.

Long ago, I tortured my dear husband by binge watching the entire “Sex and the City” series in a matter of like two weeks.

The cartoon on page six that opens the year for the Opinion pages sends a strong message about living locally.

I refuse to blame the alarming disappearance of wardrobe items on my mental faculties.