As the streets of Hartford, Conn., filled with people, I lay in a hospital bed, forcing myself to breathe. In, out. I told myself. In, out. I tried to keep time with a monitor beeping…

When they said to self-isolate, the Kansas GOP must have heard “self-immolate.” Those of you who merely want a secure and prosperous nation — with a limited and accountable government, and judges and justices who…

When I left my corporate job and moved to rural Kansas, I was making decisions for the good of my future family. Sometimes those decision are at odds with my self-desires. We don’t have a…

When my mom called me and said that my dad found four N95 masks in the garage and she wanted to send them all to me since I’m a doctor — That’s love. When I…

As the battle with COVID-19 continues and we daily thank our courageous health care and essential workers, Kansas teachers also need our thanks.  They rose to the occasion and kept learning alive. With the future…

Being denied the experience of third grade is torture for my granddaughter Olive Krug of Topeka. She loves her teacher, Mrs. Kido, the new friends she has made, and just about everything about school.  To…

The green thumb in our family belongs to wife Beverly. Over the years she has accumulated an extensive mental catalog of innovative ways to garden. I enjoy gardening, and in more recent years have offered…

COVID-19 is reminding us that many mundane aspects of governing actually matter, and that leaving unglamorous problems insufficiently addressed can come back to bite us. The information technology (IT) problems facing the Kansas Department of…

“Did I Shave my Legs for This?” -— Deanna Carter, 1995 debut album It wasn’t my legs, but my head that I recently had shorn as free of hair as Kojak’s. The purpose was to…

On the door by the water fountain is a sticky note I recently received from Maude Burns.  It reads, “Thanks to all of you for hanging in there to furnish a good hometown paper.”  I’m…