GETTING OUT: Effort yields rewards well worth it
Apparently, hell has frozen over. I do not have first-hand knowledge of this – not yet anyway. But recently, something so incomprehensible happened that there is little doubt in my mind about the frigid conditions down below.
Can we avoid the approaching ‘fiscal cliff’?
Recently, you may have heard about the “looming fiscal cliff,” the “coming fiscal cliff” and so forth. What exactly is it?
Father’s Day reflections on the eve of Camp Jennio
Happy Father's Day to all you fellow Dads out there, and
Here’s an Idea: ‘Happy Stepmother’s Day!’
Mother's Day is Sunday. Being a custodial stepmother, this is an odd day for me. It never feels totally fulfilling. Even though I am the full-time mother to these kids, when the day comes to celebrate being a mom, I don't qualify. I feel abandoned and overlooked by society.
Measure P bond dollars are not for operational expenses
Dear Red Phone, “I'm reading the Dispatch and see there's going to be district budget cuts. What were the taxes raised for? Our taxes have gotten raised three times in the last year so this wouldn't happen. So why is this still happening? Where are our tax dollars going?”
Find your inner truth with Yoga Immersion
YOGA Immersion weekend offeres a holistic experience by energizing and integrating the mind, body and spirit. Typically offered as a 4-6 day workshop, each 2.5 hour session offers a beautiful blend of yoga postures, breathing techniques, meditations and yogic knowledge.
Celebrating 161 years of Methodism in Gilroy, part II
The first church of any denomination organized in Gilroy (known as Pleasant Valley back then) held its first meeting on June 4, 1853. The church grew and eventually another Methodist church was built, so that before the Civil War, Gilroy had both a north and south Methodist Church.
Death of a coffeemaker leads brain to strike up the band
My coffeemaker died the other day. Now before you tell me that it's no big deal, let me add this: My coffeemaker died on the same exact day I woke up with a headache from drinking port wine the night before. And when I say “headache,” what I really mean is an entire high school marching band had morphed into tiny little drummers and were playing very long solos inside my head.
















