My maternal grandmother was a diminutive, 5-foot-2 dynamo we called Nanny, who constantly moved and secretly smoked. She loved her extended family and never went anywhere without a Kodak Insta…
Our first ever family vacation took place in June 2000, when we packed the boys and a bevy of suitcases into a rented minivan for the nearly 800-mile drive to Destin, Florida.
Twenty years ago this spring, I sat outside an elementary school classroom, biting my nails and wondering what was going on inside the room with tiny chairs and tables. Our oldest son Matt, 5 …
It’s been a summer like no other in St. Louis, since that glorious night in June when Alex Pietrangelo first lifted the Stanley Cup. If you follow the Blues on social media, the “Player’s Day …
Kids, you’re going to want to watch this.
For South County’s Patty Renschen, Uncle Lou was that gentleman relative she’d see at holidays growing up, the one who dressed well and had a bit of worldliness about him.
Since we’ve been abuzz lately about random acts of kindness, here’s one more, in the hopes it might lead to another ...
As any good journalist, Jaime Mowers never sought to be the subject of a story, never thought she’d be on the opposite side of the notebook. But on June 29, 2014, Mowers’ father, Gary Baranyai…
Does anyone else feel as if we were on a two-month amusement park ride with the St. Louis Blues?
Well that was fun, these past two spring months of total immersion in a winter sport. We are going to press and I don’t yet know the outcome of Game 7; regardless, I’m going to miss the boys i…
On Jan. 3, 1991, the St. Louis Blues beat the Quebec Nordiques in a wild, 8-7 affair that was memorable for three reasons: I was on a date with some guy I had met at a wedding the weekend befo…
For Ted Drewes’ 90th birthday, a Ted Drewes story. This one starts in 1954, when a DuBourg student named Barbara Bradburn got a summer job as a carhop at the Chippewa location just a few block…
The last time the Blues played for the Stanley Cup, Larry Wigge was in his first season of covering the NHL for The Sporting News, the venerable old baseball magazine. Wigge was tasked with co…
There was the time, during a spring not so long ago, where he wore a tiny, paper mortarboard in a tiny, Presbyterian pre-school gym, grinning from ear-to-ear. I have pictures.
“How any woman does what they do is beyond comprehension.”
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Twenty years ago this spring, I sat outside an elementary school classroom, biting my nails and wondering what was going on inside the room with tiny chairs and tables. Our oldest son Matt, 5 at the time, was undergoing his St. Justin Martyr kindergarten placement “exam.”
It’s been a summer like no other in St. Louis, since that glorious night in June when Alex Pietrangelo first lifted the Stanley Cup. If you follow the Blues on social media, the “Player’s Day with the Cup” is as entertaining as it gets.
For South County’s Patty Renschen, Uncle Lou was that gentleman relative she’d see at holidays growing up, the one who dressed well and had a bit of worldliness about him.
Since we’ve been abuzz lately about random acts of kindness, here’s one more, in the hopes it might lead to another ...
As any good journalist, Jaime Mowers never sought to be the subject of a story, never thought she’d be on the opposite side of the notebook. But on June 29, 2014, Mowers’ father, Gary Baranyai, was shot and killed in the most tragic of circumstances: in an unexplicable, violent attack by a f…
Does anyone else feel as if we were on a two-month amusement park ride with the St. Louis Blues?
Well that was fun, these past two spring months of total immersion in a winter sport. We are going to press and I don’t yet know the outcome of Game 7; regardless, I’m going to miss the boys in the Blues jerseys.
On Jan. 3, 1991, the St. Louis Blues beat the Quebec Nordiques in a wild, 8-7 affair that was memorable for three reasons: I was on a date with some guy I had met at a wedding the weekend before; Brett Hull, in the midst of an astonishing 86-goal season, scored the game-winner; and an avalan…
For Ted Drewes’ 90th birthday, a Ted Drewes story. This one starts in 1954, when a DuBourg student named Barbara Bradburn got a summer job as a carhop at the Chippewa location just a few blocks from her St. Louis Hills home. That’s right. A carhop. Our favorite frozen custard stand didn’t al…
The last time the Blues played for the Stanley Cup, Larry Wigge was in his first season of covering the NHL for The Sporting News, the venerable old baseball magazine. Wigge was tasked with covering an entire league from one expansion-city outpost.
There was the time, during a spring not so long ago, where he wore a tiny, paper mortarboard in a tiny, Presbyterian pre-school gym, grinning from ear-to-ear. I have pictures.
This week marks the 100th celebration of Children’s Book Week, the nation’s longest-running literacy initiative.
If all went well last night, the St. Louis Blues’ first game of the second round of the NHL playoffs ended with a 1980s dance tune reverberating throughout the Enterprise Center.
Tom Krauska would like you to spend some time outside this weekend.
National Library Week is the annual celebration that highlights the role libraries play in our lives and our communities. It’s not just books; it’s lifelong learning. Libraries are community centers that provide meeting spaces and media of all kinds, and we are lucky to have them.
A bread-sliced cinnamon crunch bagel from Panera (or as you and I know it, “BreadCo”) yields 10-11 slices. That’s 10-11 chances for crunchy, cinnamon-y goodness made easy to enjoy on any given morning.
One of the more delightful storylines of the week was watching the Saint Louis University Billikens win their way to the NCAA Tournament.
