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This month’s Buzzing Love column, which aims to be its own little “Kindness Corner” on the first Friday of every month, comes from a reader inspired by Leslie Gibson McCarthy’s recent column.

As 2020 would have it, there have been some changes in the Tentschert household. My son, Colin, has moved back home after a short stint living with his sister. In addition to his belongings, he also returned with a 1-year-old Beagle/Chihuahua mix named Ollie. 

Among the gifts I received from my dad, Les Gibson, were a love of reading and history, of arcane knowledge and trivial facts — the latter of which made the game show “Jeopardy!” must-see TV. My earliest memories are of us kids riding in the car as he, a typesetter by trade who never went to…

Happy New Year! How about trying to be a little kinder in the year ahead? You never know how much your kindness could mean to someone, and you might be the only person who took time to be kind. 

Every morning, as I stand in the bathroom getting myself ready for the day, my kids run amuck through the house. It never fails that one of them barges into the room wailing, with tears

Mom wanted us out of the house. It was Christmas Eve 1973, with four kids under 13 underfoot, along with food to prepare and gifts to wrap. She had that look in her eye, the one that said, “Cross me and die.”

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The Frisco Bell would have started ringing on Tuesday at the afternoon pep rally at Kirkwood High — its high, happy clang resonating through the halls.

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Hello again! I can’t believe it’s been a month since I first wrote, but I’m hoping this is just the second of many columns to come. I plan to be here every first Friday of the month, and I hope you’ll share your thoughts and stories with me, too.

Among the things missed most in the six-plus months since COVID-19 became part of our vocabulary are what we never imagined not being able to do: Greeting people with a warm handshake in church, eating in a restaurant, or root, root, rooting for the Cardinals with 40,000 of your closest friends. 

We have recently become “Front Yard People.” You know the type — the ones splayed out in their lawn chairs with children’s toys peppering the ground around them. Yep. That’s us. 

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Having grown up in St. Louis, I’ve always had a fondness for Webster Groves. Three aspects have continued to pull me to the area. First, the feeling of a quaint, small-city downtown area that’s walkable. Second, its architecture and history. Third, the sense of community that permeates the a…

It takes a big fancy word like ubiquitous to describe Webster Groves resident and art icon Marilynne Bradley. She’s taught at Webster High and Webster University. She’s published six books of her drawings and paintings. You can see her watercolors everywhere from your friends’ homes to publi…

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Cold weather calls for warm drinks, and nothing says winter like a mug of steaming hot chocolate.  Powdered hot chocolate mixes range in price from cheap to pricey. I wondered: does price correlate with the quality of a hot chocolate mix? Or are they all more or less the same product?

One of the perks of having teenage kids is that, after about a two decade hiatus, I finally know what teenagers are talking about again. I know slang, music and general pop culture “stuff” that had fallen off my radar since I delved into graduate school and my career in my later 20’s. It’s s…