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Sometimes I feel like I live in my kitchen., On the weekends when everyone is home, the kitchen becomes the main hub. We all flock there at different times during the day to eat, but always come together at night for dinner as a family.

For 18 years, one of our standby Christmas presents has been a handmade (okay, hand-compiled) calendar, comprised of pictures of the kids from throughout the year.

August is the last official month of the summer, and the time to celebrate National Water Quality Month.

My younger sister was the slob of my family when growing up. I hate to say it, but she was. She simply didn’t care about where she left her stuff: backpack, shoes, dirty dishes. The house was constantly littered with her things. Over and over my mom would ask her to pick up after herself but my sister never seemed to catch on to the idea of cleaning. One day my mom had finally had enough. Quite frankly I think we all had. So, she came up with an idea that would forever change my sister’s messy habits.

Last Wednesday, the Windsor Town Council on a 4-1 vote accepted $2 million in affordable housing monies from developer Bob Bisno in return for withdrawing the condition that he provide 77 apartment units with rents limited to median income tenants for a 10-year period.

Are you ready for some football? The NFL television season opened last weekend, and the Friday Night Lights have been flipped on at many (but not all) local high school fields. All across America the sights and sounds of these pigskin rituals are marking the changing of seasons from carefree summer to earnest autumn.

I recently returned from back East, where I attended a funeral of a man I have known a long time.

The Zucchini Festival takes place Sept. 14 at the Healdsburg Farmers Market: zucchini decorating competitions, giant zucchini contests and zucchini car races. It is such a blast to be a part of and/or to watch.