Point of No Return

Point of No Return — Like them or not, protests are protected speech

My love affair with our national anthem began at a very young age.

Point of No Return — It doesn't always have to be negative, does it?

There is a lot of buzz around these fruited plains focused on the concept that we are now a nation divided.

Point of No Return — Happy Places can evolve, and that’s a good thing

There are certain things that just “feel right” in life.

Of course, these comforts are somewhat personalized. What feels natural and comfortable to one person might not be another person’s cup of tea.

Point of No Return — Back-to-school marks a rare fun shopping trip

As a kid, there were three days a year I liked going shopping with my mother.

Point of No Return — It’s not about the parties — it’s all about the hate

On April 30, 1945, Adolf Hitler killed himself in a bunker, along with his wife of two days, Eva Braun. Reports suggest both of them took a cyanide pill to avoid being captured by Soviet troops who were moving in on their position, and Hitler finished the job on himself with a self-inflicted gunshot to the head.

Point of No Return — Hair thieves, DNA providers and $1M bills. Oh my!

I’m sensitive to people losing their hair.

To be fair, I’ve had a lot of practice at witnessing the loss of hair, as mine began its course for full-scale evacuation when I was about 16. At 25, I was sporting the Count Dracula look, with a “widow’s peak” serving as my most notable physical characteristic. And, by 33, with a head that was beginning to look like a Chia-Pet perpetually stuck on the second phase of growth, I surrendered to the hair gods and took razor to scalp.

Point of No Return — Once again, World Series, athletes shine bright

There are three certainties one can count on in this community during the month of August: You will get angry at a fellow driver; you will hear at least one conversation a day about the quality of our local corn; and some of the best young softball players in the world will be displaying their talents in Roxana.

Point of No Return — Independence Day brings food dependence

Well, the Fourth has come and gone, and seemingly taken away any shred of dignity I had left with it.

Point of No Return — Forget left or right — just be Americans

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

Point of No Return — Forget the launch. What is in the rocket?

Like many of you, I was excited earlier this week to see the baby giraffe finally be born on top of a rocket hurtling toward the heavens, while the Russians hacked into the latest episodes of “Orange is the New Black.”

Class of 2017, the world is yours. Take it

In a day that traditionally brings smiles and tears, hope and anxiety, Indian River High School graduated the Class of 2017 last week.

Point of No Return — Deford’s voice will continue to ring loudly

If you’re serious about what you do — regardless of what you do — it pays to study those who have excelled in that field in the past.

Point of No Return — Another season is here, and resolutions follow

Game on.

This weekend marks the start of Summer 2017 for our coastal oasis, and that means steamed crabs, cold beers sodas, evenings largely spent outside and husbands wearing their darkest sunglasses on the beach so they can see bikinis the dolphins without anyone being savvy to what they’re watching.

My rock continues to amaze and awe me

We can all sometimes feel like the world is ganging up on us all at once. To stay on this cliché train, I think it’s safe to suggest that, at some point in time, all of us have taken stock of the circumstances surrounding us, shaken our heads and muttered, “When it rains, it pours.”

Point of No Return — Sports’ fantasies-come-true make for compelling reality TV

It has been said by people much brighter than me — which is a list more prolific than I’m comfortable admitting — that sports is the original reality-television programming.

Point of No Return — Desire and commitment foster great inspiration

A capitalist society, such as ours, only truly blossoms when people find inspiration, set goals and put in the blood, sweat and tears to meet those goals.

Point of No Return — Article reminds us of a time best left behind

Between the mountains of mashed potatoes and sneaky chowing down of my daughter’s Easter candy last weekend, I was shown an old magazine article by a family member that dominated much of our conversation for the next several minutes.

Point of No Return — Spring has indeed sprung, and it is awesome

It was like the beginning of a zombie movie — only with a lot more smiles and dramtically less body decay.

Point of No Return — If you really want to screw up, call a human

Chemical attack in Syria. Suicide bombing in Russia. North Korea fires off another missile.

A recent tour of news around the world can make a person want to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over his or her eyes and just hope this is all a bad dream. It’s a helpless feeling to watch people suffer, mourn and die due to the selfish and cruel actions of others without having any ability to aid them, and, even if one did have the power or resources to assist... how?

Point of No Return — Team’s move to Vegas brings back memories

I was 14 years old when I caught images of the Mayflower moving van on the news.

Curious as to why they would be showing a moving van driving in the snow as their lead story, I plopped myself down and turned up the volume on the television. No, this was most definitely not a cute story about a moving company helping people deal with the snow, or a sad story about a company that was facing tough economic times and would have to lay people off or shutter their doors for good. No, this was something worse.

Point of No Return —Youth sports should be about, well, the youth

The flowers are fighting through some random cold snaps to find their blooms, numerous seasonal businesses are beginning to open up their doors and Darin’s sinuses are more blocked than Central Avenue after a giant sinkhole appears underneath the asphalt, causing me to forget that the road is closed at that intersection about a million times over the...

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