Living on my own as a young adult has taught me a lot about myself. I’m not an experienced cook, for one — it’s not completely abnormal to find me eating eggs and chips and salsa for dinner for the fourth night in a row. To balance that out, I’m pretty good at laundry compared to peers in my age bracket. But recently I’ve also come to realize how much I value TV-less living. It wasn’t really a purposeful life choice to not buy a television when I struck out
Contrary to my previous adamantly held belief, it is indeed possible to go running outside in the winter and enjoy it. As part of a New Years resolution, I’m trying to spend more time outdoors this winter season because I know the nature enthusiast in me will be happier if I do. So far, I’ve bundled up for a midnight meteor shower; obtained heated shoe inserts so my feet are toasty on long outdoor excursions; and at least contemplated picking up downhill skiing again for the first
You know you’ve found a good friend when they agree to go star watching with you at midnight on a Wednesday. I was ecstatic when Facebook alerted me earlier this month of the upcoming Geminid meteor shower, an annual celestial occurrence that presents itself in December. I asked my friend and fellow reporter here at the Leader-Telegram, Andee Erickson, to accompany me someplace away from city lights the night of Dec. 13 and she easily agreed. Star watching is a favorite activity of mine.
One blustery night last winter, I found myself sitting in the driver’s seat of my little red car with my forehead resting on the steering wheel in defeat. It was about 1 a.m., and my car was stuck smack in the center of Wisconsin Street in downtown Eau Claire. City plows hadn’t yet cleared the road to my then-house, and shin-deep devil snow smothered the street as far as my tired eyes could see. Exhausted after a bartending shift, I gave myself a quick pep talk and circled back to
I recently came across a comic strip about journalism and modern news consumers that made me both chuckle outwardly and scream internally at the sheer terror of its accuracy. The comic depicts a woman, donning a ponytail and hoop earrings, hunched over a computer. Beside her, a man sits with his feet propped on a table while he scrolls through his smartphone. As the woman types on her laptop, she asks her companion, “How do you know if a news story is true?” Engrossed in his