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Saturday, January 25, 2020

By K.B. Sherman Over the last month, I have been sharing my three-part story, "How I became a displaced person – an adventure in realty." Here is part 1 and part 2 - The adventure concludes with ? PART THREE: THE BOOM DROPS SEPTEMBER 12: my wife and I go to check on the condition of the house we are buying; find that not only have sellers done none of the repairs required by the P&S, but have taken refrigerator to be included in the sale price of the house; house is also unlocked and has been vandalized; living room floor has been burnt by squatters

I was just thinking…the Internet on your glasses: good idea?

By Janice Lindsay Perhaps I's a technological cave-dweller, a foot-dragger in the electronics-device race. Or maybe I's just having a Cranky Technology Week. But it's...

I was just thinking…about how to reach acceptance

By Barbara Polan Since becoming disabled by a stroke, I have rejected the concept of accepting my broken body the way it is – I...

I was just thinking…a restaurant is not a playground!

By Lisa Traudt For those parents who may not realize a restaurant is not a playground for your children, nor are the other patrons or...

I was just thinking…don’t sweat the small stuff

By Molly McCarthy I was just thinking about the phrase "Don's sweat the small stuff." I sweat the small stuff more than anyone I know,...

I was just thinking…how I became a displaced person – an adventure in realty...

By K.B. Sherman A few weeks ago K.B. Sherman shared the first part of his story, "How I became a displaced person – an adventure in realty." Here is part 2 - THREATS AND INTIMIDATION JUNE 15 - JULY 1: realtor for the house we want calls daily, scolding us and threatening to sell the home to someone else unless we close immediately; wife and I learn to dread hearing phone ring

I was just thinking about…road rage

By Bonnie Adams Recently I have been thinking about traffic – a lot of the time while actually sitting in it. But I have also attended several meetings where government officials from various groups have spoken at length about the state of our roads, the lack of money to fix them and what they hope will happen in the future so they can be fixed. To summarize it up, it's not good. Fortunately for me, I don's have to drive on the major roads such as 128 or the Mass Pike on a regular basis. Those are pretty much a nightmare on any given day or night. The Pike especially is frustrating to me. I read once that to retrofit each of the toll booths to accept the EZ Pass would cost about $4 million. Because that is deemed too much, officials instead think it's a better idea to leave it as is. This results in cars weaving in and out to get to the right toll booth and then weaving around to exit.

By Kathy P. Behan When did it ever become acceptable, even "fashionable," to bash women? I'm sick of hearing about "mean girls" and lines like, "Well you know how catty women can be." It's common to hear otherwise perfectly-mannered people making these comments. You can bet if these sentiments were directed at a religious or ethnic group, there'd be a public outcry. And our relentlessly "PC" culture would pressure the offenders to hold their tongues. But insulting women is fair game. You can say whatever you want about them. Why?

I was just thinking…how I became a displaced person: an adventure in realty

By K.B. Sherman With the current slump in housing sales it's easy to forget that just several years ago housing was riding the crest of a real estate bonanza. It was at that time my wife and I jumped onto the realty bandwagon. Subsequently, the bandwagon threw us off and then paused just long enough to back-up and run over us several times for good measure. From a start in April of that year, when we were living comfortably in our own home, we soon became "displaced persons," literally out in the street with no place to call our own.

I was just thinking … about disabilities

By Barbara Polan Everyone has challenges and they span a wide spectrum: medical, physical, psychological, circumstance. And everyone responds differently – from resigned acceptance to fighting mad. I have a physical challenge: I am disabled – half-paralyzed by a stroke two-and-a-half years ago. I have struggled to recover as much function as I can, while the medical community says that I have finished improving, that no stroke survivor does after two years post-stroke. Although others might define my situation differently, I find that my challenge is working hard toward an unknown endpoint.