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Writes of Passage, by Lynda Peer

Gruzz speak

I can’t tell you the day, the month or even the year that it happened. But I can tell you the moment. Standing in front of an 8th-grade class, teaching a lesson on writing, I said, “This paragraph is pretty good, but we need to tweak it a bit.” Some soft titters came from the back of ...

I’ve always loved Lucy

My mother was a redhead. My father was dark Irish. Because of this, my childhood mind illogically believed that Lucy and Ricky Ricardo were actually my parents. Small details like never hearing my father speak in a foreign language or that he was a lineman, not an entertainer, weren’t ...

Discomfort zone

Deer flies have speeds up to 25 miles an hour. And despite my best efforts, I wasn’t pedaling that fast on my mountain bike, the day hubby Bill and I rode into Camp Santanoni. It’s been a hot, humid summer, so those little buggers have flourished. That the five-mile road to the camp was ...

One is lonely, but two can harmonize

The lone earring lounges on the table, looking like a rejected blind date at a bar. Its match, its rightful partner, is nowhere to be seen. Once again, that “perfect spot to keep something safe” wasn’t. And, like so many objects before it, an earring has been lost. So now, I am looking at ...

Detectives in training

Each day this past week, I have eagerly scanned the photos of Cop Camp, more officially known as the Saranac Lake Police Department Youth Academy. The department facilitated such activities as dusting for prints and gathering evidence in a mock crime scene. And let me tell you, I was ...

Just a hoot

Hooters filed for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy protection this past spring. You know, the chain famous for its scantily clad waitress in orange shorts and owl tank tops. Currently, it is about $300 million in debt. When I heard this, I was surprised, not because I thought the business was thriving, ...