The other day while sitting in my cubicle, a certain odor washed over my area. Didn’t know what it was, but let’s just say I had a rather odd reaction.

by Elyse Kaner A few weeks ago when I read about the death of author and Wall Street Journal columnist Jeffrey Zaslow, as fast as humanly possible, I called the library to reserve a copy of a best selling book “The Last Lecture,” which he co-authored.

by Elyse Kaner When I recently wrote a story on the alarming increase in the number of homeless children in Anoka County, Rhonda Sivarajah, Anoka County Board chairperson, said the solution was up to the community. “This is a community plan, not a government plan,” she said about HeadingHome ...

by Elyse Kaner Things were much different back in BC times. Before computers, that is. Before the onslaught of technological advances.

by Elyse Kaner I remove my shoes and socks and hesitantly lie face up on the table, a pillow at my head.

by Elyse Kaner Some people are storm chasers. My fiancé-of-many-years and I are fireworks chasers. And, boy, is a doozy ever upon us.

by Elyse Kaner I’ve always felt uneasy about my mail sitting in the mail box across the street from my house, making it ripe for some weasel to come along and pluck my personal information. But no more. I am now the proud owner, er, renter of a U.S. PO box.

by Elyse Kaner Shopping in a grocery super store is such fun nowadays.