Have we ever known such a liar?

~a column by Colleen O’Brien I do not know why the press prints about him. I guess they think it their duty to print whatever a president says, does, lies about, uses foul language for. They must know we are conditioned to look for what his lies are today so we can moan and groan and pity ourselves for how…

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Reflections on a snowy day

~a column by Colleen O’Brien  “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”       This is the final line in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s 1925 novel The Great Gatsby. The older I get, the backwarder I go, and these words, in their elegant way, come to mind with ease more and more often. A dear friend…

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Letter to the editor – Reasons for no SNAP benefits

In November 2025, U.S. Secretary of Agriculture Brook Rollins claimed that about 186,000 deceased individuals and 500,000 people were double enrolled in the program. This raises claims about the integrity of the SNAP program. There are three types of fraud: recipient fraud, retailer fraud, and electronic theft. There are various reasons why some people don’t deserve Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program…

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Dear Reader

~a column by Colleen O’Brien To the gentleman who sent a letter to the editor about a column I wrote . . .  Dear Reader, I was thrilled! to get it. Columnists around the world seldom get Letters to the Editor. It’s because columnists keep writing every day, twice a week, once a week — so the readers know there will…

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One more news cycle that unhinged me

~by Colleen O’Brien I just wish when Trump says to a reporter, “You’re the worst. You’re from Bloomberg/ABC/CNN/the Times, right? I don’t know why they even have you….” that the reporter would reply, “You’re the president who ‘won’ with the lowest number of votes ever, right? I don’t know why we even have you….” And walk away. I wish all…

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Only a year ago

~A column by Colleen O’Brien On a blustery Sunday in the Midwest, I watched giant snowflakes fall and disappear on the still warm asphalt as I was hit by whining gusts of wind whistling around me at up to 30 mph. The preview of winter weather whipped my hair like an eggbeater and scattered fat flakes and red and yellow…

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