The usual way of thinking about politicians is: What do we think of them? Do we like the way they look? Do we like the way they sound? Are they on our side of this or that big divide? Do their policy proposals make sense? Do we ... like them?
When I was in high school, I had a very close family member become addicted to opioids after undergoing back surgery and subsequently using pain medication for months following the procedure.
Almost every small community used to have a vibrant downtown. Some places probably still have horse-hitching ordinances on the books that say where your ride can be tethered.
I’ve flipped the calendar 57 times now with my dear mother and I can honestly say, every day has been a blessing to me. I’m also blessed to still have the matriarch of the Trahan clan still flourishing.
