• They're telling it but are you listening?

    Twenty years ago I worked for a newspaper owner who gauged the success of each of his papers by the number of letters to the editor that ran each week.

    If you're not holding letters because you have too many, he told editors, then you aren't doing something right.

  • What's in a decade?

    Ten years – 520 weeks – 3,650 days – more than 520 issues of the Williston Pioneer, scores of special sections like Christmas, football and graduation, and magazines.

    And let's not forget the hundreds of obituaries, legal notices and photographs.

    These have been my tasks since May 7, 2009 when I came to Williston, a novice on the goings-on of eastern Levy County.

    I knew only a handful of people well enough to converse and only a few more by reputation. I made it my business that first year to know your business and share it.

  • And I just slidddd

    Despite being a mountain girl with country roots, I am not much of a bluegrass or country music fan. Especially today's country music.

    I know names because I do watch TV and read, but to tell you one song that Blake Shelton or Luke Bryan sings – it can't be done.

    But when I learned more than six months ago that Garth Brooks was coming to Gainesville, I knew I had to be there. I've been a Garth fan since "If Tomorrow Never Comes" way back in 1989.

  • More than a building

    By Kaye Mikell

    WHS Class of 1966

    Though I missed the walk-through WHS on April 6, I would like to share these memories.

    To me, WHS was not only a building, but it was also like a house full of family, friends, fun, good times, awful times, wins, losses, As and Fs. Five days a week, seven hours a day for 12 years, and additional hours after school for practices, games, school events. That’s a lot of time to spend with teachers and classmates in one place.

  • Mama, thy name is Sloth

    I have the best in-laws.

    Jane, Tom's sister, is a year older than me and perhaps because we're so close in age we connected immediately. While we don't share history, we share the 70s and that in itself is bonding.

    About 18 months ago, Jane and her husband, Ken, moved to Wilbur by the Sea, an unincorporated hamlet south of Daytona.

    Except for a small marina/restaurant, there is nothing commercial in Wilbur. It's mostly retirees or people getting ready to retire.

  • Random thoughts for a random Tuesday

    Many of you have sent me notes or dropped in to tell me how much you enjoy reading my personal column. Many of you have asked why I don't do it more often – like weekly.

    Easy answer. I'm either A) worn out from everything that's going on that week or B) lacking inspiration.

    I'm afraid B wins out more often than not.

    I admire people who can write a weekly column, 52 weeks of the year, or the columnist who shares three times a week or more. I wish I could. I can't. I need inspiration.

  • Connections are all around

    I have so many stories from Florida’s first Alzheimer’s Music Fest and I’ll share a couple of them with you.

  • I am a woman of faith

    Truth be told, this column should appear on the Faith page of this newspaper because it's about my faith and how it played out last week.

    If that offends you, stop reading now and go on to something else.

    I wasn't reared in a particularly religious home. My parents were spiritual and had their set of beliefs about God and salvation but organized religion wasn't something that was stressed.

  • The potential is there

    Sometimes the very thing you're looking for

    Is the one thing you can't see,

    Vanessa Williams – The Best for Last

    Three weeks ago, on the one day it wasn't freezing, I spent hours driving around the city of Williston photographing it for last week's Welcome to Williston Community Guide.

  • Finding myself in what I left behind

    You can't miss what you never had, goes the old idiom.

    But how long does it take you to miss that which you did have?

    Is it a day? A week? A month? A year? Years?

    Years! I know because over the last two weeks I've become reacquainted with items that were once cherished, but were long since forgotten.

    It happened like this.

    In 2002, my then-husband and I separated and I moved into an apartment that was barely big enough for me, let alone the annals of my life.