This week's column may seem a little off the beaten track, but as the weather here in the Big Land finally warms up, so does our desire to spend more time outside the house.
I am sure my thoughts will resonate with at least some portion of the population and may cause a little heated debate in others. However, that is not my intention.
We all need a little private space. Many of us utilize a spare bedroom in our house for an office (but really, it's just a bedroom with our PC, family papers, ironing board or the wife's sewing machine).
But there is something appealing to men and sheds, a place where they (men) think and act like artists and inventors. It has been said that a shed to a man is like a good handbag to a woman; a place to store what some consider to be useless and frivolous stuff?
I would argue that point and even go one step farther to state - thus my stance on this topic - that sheds are very important to maintaining healthy relationships and may even save marriages.
Am I joking? I will leave that for you to ascertain. Both men and women can benefit from this time apart. Why? Because this freedom and separate space is key to a balanced relationship. We have all heard the quote: "I need my space."
Research has shown and stated that men spend an average of 24 days a year in their…
Dear Loretta Saunders,
I have never met you, but I know you were once a beautiful, vibrant young woman. You were a woman with a strong voice, heart and mind. Your name has been spoken of by so many over the past week. Our country has been with you and your family each and every day that you have been missing. You were not alone.
As a mother of six, when I first heard of your disappearance all I wanted to do was to try to help to find you, to bring you home to your mother and your father, your sister, your brother, your boyfriend, your friends, your professors; to bring you home, back to your safe place so you could cry, be held, comforted.
Although my days continued, you were continuously in my mind and my heart. I needed you to come home. I needed to know that you were okay. I cannot imagine the pain and the loss that your family feels for you.
I do not have television, not because I cannot afford it, but simply to shield myself from the daily horrors that are splashed across our news channels. That shield was penetrated with your story. I learned of you the day your family’s lives were turned upside down, the day you were reported missing.
Last night I cried. I cried for you, for your family, I held my children closer, spoke to my older ones, told them not to let your loss be for… 4