This month, there may be spirits lurking around the grounds of the historic Thomas Sappington House in Crestwood, but there are some spirited discussions going on, too.
With college tuition behind us and our boys settling into their careers, we have a bit of free time now, which means the possibilities are endless: Travel. Become wine experts. Sit in the recl…
This remains one of my favorite October moments: Game 7 of the 2006 National League Championship Series at Shea Stadium in New York, with a rookie pitcher named Adam Wainwright staring down Me…
This is for all you Football Moms. You know who you are. It’s Friday, which means you barely have time to get yourself ready because you’ve got a game!
On Sept. 20, 1973, 46 years ago today, an estimated 90 million viewers worldwide watched a tennis match, the “Battle of the Sexes,” between Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs.
The best vacations are the ones that take you by surprise; places you visit that stay with you long after you return, like the one Tom and I took to Nashville 18 months ago.
Eddie & Park is the consummate South County road.
Six summers ago, I took a wedding dress — some 54 years old and stuffed into a plastic bag — to Lucy’s Dressmaking & Alterations in south St. Louis.
It’s nice to see all the first-day-of-school pictures all over social media, but I had been feeling left out. One son lives in Chicago, and the other looked at me with “Don’t even, Mom” eyes w…
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.
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This remains one of my favorite October moments: Game 7 of the 2006 National League Championship Series at Shea Stadium in New York, with a rookie pitcher named Adam Wainwright staring down Mets slugger Carlos Beltran. It’s the bottom of the ninth, and catcher Yadier Molina had just hit a 2-…
This is for all you Football Moms. You know who you are. It’s Friday, which means you barely have time to get yourself ready because you’ve got a game!
On Sept. 20, 1973, 46 years ago today, an estimated 90 million viewers worldwide watched a tennis match, the “Battle of the Sexes,” between Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs.
The best vacations are the ones that take you by surprise; places you visit that stay with you long after you return, like the one Tom and I took to Nashville 18 months ago.
Eddie & Park is the consummate South County road.
Six summers ago, I took a wedding dress — some 54 years old and stuffed into a plastic bag — to Lucy’s Dressmaking & Alterations in south St. Louis.
It’s nice to see all the first-day-of-school pictures all over social media, but I had been feeling left out. One son lives in Chicago, and the other looked at me with “Don’t even, Mom” eyes when I followed him out to his car earlier this month with my iPhone.
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 Instamatic and flashcubes.
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 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.
