Words, they are tricky things. Some words bring an immediate reaction such as a nod or smile, others a wince or frown.

Browsing through catalogs of snarky T-shirts and assigning them to various relatives constitutes a passionate hobby with mine.

Worries cloud my mind and abruptly wake me if I begin to doze. As I turn, my dog at the foot of the bed half sighs and half growls.

Attention Hammonton High School class of 1970! COVID-19 cheated us out of our 50th reunion, but now is time to help plan a get together.

As a list maker and note taker, I have always had a pile of scraps on my kitchen counter with jotted scribbles.

Well, my persistent husband has finally solved his deer problem and the garden is overflowing with lettuce, swiss chard, carrots, etc.

Several nights ago, the first lightning bugs were spotted in the backyard.

In March my family and I all came down with COVID-19.

Today I thought of my professor when I heard that people are now canceling Dr. Seuss books.

When I was young, I believed every style I favored would stay in vogue for my entire life. Certainly, styles had changed in the past.

The “Growing Up Italian” articles in the past few Gazettes have been wonderful and tell all I ever wanted to be.

There must be an understanding before I continue with the theme of this column.

While honoring teachers at the middle school, I must pay tribute to the long-time band director, Tom Tomasello.

It is Christmastime and the end of 2020, and it has been one doozey of a year.

This time of year, my two favorite Christmas movies both star an angel.

It began with Woolworth’s in 1897, when Frank Winfield Woolworth opened his first five-cent store in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.