The older I get, the less I’m inclined to drink alcohol. Whether it’s a social situation, a dinner with my husband or just an evening at home, I’ve been finding myself saying no to booze and yes to a clear mind and quality sleep.
Under the guidance of Max Barton, executive director of the Canton Museum of Art since September 2014, the museum has steadily increased its public profile through programming designed to attract new visitors from all corners of the community and beyond.
This 18-hole course in Paris, Ohio, features 6,172 yards of golf from the longest tees for a par of 71. With reasonable rates for walking or riding a golf cart, Pleasant View Golf Club is the place to hit the greens alone or with some pals.
You come down to roller-rink carpet but you might leave crying. That’s how Managing Director Jared Sparks sums up both the space and the shows at Avenue Arts Marketplace and Theatre.
Andrew Rudd grew up all over the Midwest and moved to Canton in 1999. He teaches about movies and communication at Malone University. He also makes films and screens films, including directing 2019’s Canton Film Fest.
A young widow’s determination to provide for her children was the impetus for one of Stark County’s oldest and most successful retailers. For more than 90 years, Lingenfelter-Brill, a furrier and women’s apparel store at 670 W State Street in Alliance has been a staple of Stark County.
My high school held a three-day, off-site leadership retreat each year that was a really big deal. And when you were a rising senior, you could apply and interview for a spot on the highly coveted nine-member planning committee, which met as a class for the first semester of the school year.
The genius of an American innovator who put the world on wheels is celebrated at the Henry Ford Museum of American Innovation and Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan.
Starting back in July, the government now charges families less to borrow money for college as newly lowered interest rates on federal student loans take effect.
The road was so dark, and the night so foggy, that I could hardly see. My 16-year-old son, Simon, and I were in southwestern Virginia. Diamond-shaped warning signs about downhill grades and truck brakes flashed by. The sky was weirdly light along the horizon, but none of that seemed to translate to the highway that unfurled blackly ahead.
