Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
I still remember the day Ronald Reagan got shot. I don’t remember anything about school that day – aside from the customary wrestling with long division, I don’t think anything notable happened in Mrs. Arrouet’s …
A few months ago, I gave up on my local grocery store. It pained me to do so, because I would prefer to shop at the closest market to my apartment, but after two years …
Every day when I head home from work, I walk across town on a major midtown street. I like walking for its own sake, and the weather has warmed up lately, so I enjoy tooling …
To my surprise, I actually survived my fifth-year college reunion. To say that I did not want anything to do with the reunion understates the case rather dramatically; in fact, I actively dreaded this gathering …
I avoided writing about the Columbine High School shootings for some time, primarily because I didn’t feel I had anything to add to what others had already said. I don’t have children, I’ve never even …
I am a cat person. As a little girl, I didn’t like dogs at all, because I hated loud noises as a little girl, and dogs tend to bark pretty loudly. Now, as an adult, …
Welcome to the Records Department team! As an official Records Assistant, your duties include data processing, information classification, and correspondence management (formerly known as “typing, filing, and stuffing envelopes”), as well as assisting the section …
The laundry room in my building has a little library. Some thoughtful soul tacked up a couple of shelves by the door, and residents leave books and magazines they no longer want so that others …
Last week, Big A and I spent an afternoon together taking pictures. Well, Big A took pictures, and I posed for the pictures, wearing as much black as I possibly could and thinking photogenic thoughts. …
If you have cable television, you probably have a “default channel” – the channel you check as soon as you turn on the television, the channel to which you return after fruitless flip-throughs and during …