LINDA LATTIMORE

Our dictionary has continued to morph over these last couple of years with words such as Metaverse, Finfluencer, Doxing, Contactless and Doomscrolling. In contrast, well-worn words have taken on new meanings. Long-Hauler no longer refers to trucking, Dreamers has been winnowed down to a select few longing for a permanent home and Second Husband isn’t limited to the number of times that you have been married. Still other terms that used to be lackluster are showing up every

For the last few months, the topic of mental health has been up front and center in the media. It’s a tricky one because it’s an issue that is obvious when it’s in the extreme, with the pendulum swinging either direction, but not so clear when it sits squarely in the middle. Yet, that’s exactly where most of us land. We may not even notice that we are teetering on the balance beam doing our best to keep our footing lest we land with a thud. And though we don’t think twice

I could not have foreseen Monday when I found myself researching the topic of hate in our country, that on Wednesday nineteen tiny hopeful spirits and two adults charged with opening a wider world for them would walk through the school doors never to finish their day out. My focus had shifted to the word when my five-year-old grandson commented emphatically that he hated broccoli. I remembered saying the same thing to my mother when I was his age but somehow the world didn’t