Newark Holidays Examiner: Earth Day in New Jersey 1970-2009
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
A Special Message to NJ bloggers
What celebrations, observations, festivals and odd happenings are going on in your town, area or county? I want to know! I'll be starting a special online column about this subject, so sent me your info!
send to" holidays@noreensdigitaldreams.com
and thanks!
send to" holidays@noreensdigitaldreams.com
and thanks!
Friday, March 27, 2009
A New Story
Imagine being alone in a laundromat ... You open a door and discover something you never wanted to see.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1598895/murder_at_the_laundromat.html
Friday, March 13, 2009
A Recipe and Story for St. Patrick's Day
Getting in touch with my Irish roots on St. Patrick's Day by baking the sodabread my ancestors never did.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1544451/my_st_patricks_day_sodabread.html
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
News Flash from the Bat Cave
It is the middle of winter.
It is freezing cold.
There is ice and snow on the ground.
It is the time of year for all critters in their right minds to curl up somewhere and hibernate.
Especially bats.
Instead, in response to a mysterious malady called White Nose Syndrome, bats are coming out of hibernation too early, are sick and emaciated, and eventually die. The phenomenon is being reported in caves and mines all over the Northeast.
And yes folks, in my house.
I had another winged midnight visitor last week that I chased out of the house and into the freezing wind with my trusty broom, all the while yelling "why aren't you hibernating!"
Now I know why.
I'm sleeping with the lights on again.
It is freezing cold.
There is ice and snow on the ground.
It is the time of year for all critters in their right minds to curl up somewhere and hibernate.
Especially bats.
Instead, in response to a mysterious malady called White Nose Syndrome, bats are coming out of hibernation too early, are sick and emaciated, and eventually die. The phenomenon is being reported in caves and mines all over the Northeast.
And yes folks, in my house.
I had another winged midnight visitor last week that I chased out of the house and into the freezing wind with my trusty broom, all the while yelling "why aren't you hibernating!"
Now I know why.
I'm sleeping with the lights on again.
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