Patty Kimerer column

Good cheer warms bell ringers in cold weather

Back in the mid-1980s when I was young, there was a really popular song called “Life in a Northern Town” by the British band Dream Academy. I loved that song. It was all at once beautiful and haunting, and boy, it really stuck in your noggin after hearing just the first few chords. It ...

Greeting style changes but sentiment is same

I know there’s been a very contentious climate hovering in the airwaves as of late, what with so many folks bellowing their opinions so publicly every three seconds or so. Even now, as we begin the second full week in December, the brouhaha continues. It may, in fact, be one of those ...

I am Patricia and, yes, I am THAT mom

For those who may be unfamiliar with the “Meaww Quiz” feature on social media, allow me to explain. It is an auto-generated Q&A function accessible through one’s Facebook page. It poses queries such as “Who would be in your mafia gang?,” “Who were you in a former life?,” ...

The worst swim meet ever … sorta

My Sentiments Exactly Immediately upon sitting down, I dumped the extra-large cup of coffee I’d gingerly transported in the car on the one-and-a-half hour drive up to Kyle’s swim meet last Saturday. As soon as I plopped down in my chair back –– BAM! My beloved Dunkin’ Donuts ...

Help yourself to a serving of gratefulness

If Thanksgiving was a person, she’d be ticked. I don’t know why I assume she’d be a woman. I get the whole Tom Turkey thing. Perhaps it’s the sheer amount of T-Day prep and cleanup work that I rightly or wrongly attribute to being a gal’s responsibility that leads me to that ...

Consider takeaways from season of harshness

My Sentiments Exactly I know how you feel; I share your emotions. I understand how, with bated breath, you watched every second of that drama unfold last Tuesday night. It seemed to go on forever and ever and two days. It wore us all out ... came right down to the wire, as it ...

If only we could live in Hallmark Christmasland

I am a habitually early riser. I think it started when Kyle was an infant and had to be held upright after every feeding due to his severe reflux disorder. Poor little guy. Talk about your tumultuous sleep patterns. Sheesh! It worsened years later when I commuted to my job at Alliance ...

Slow down; you move too fast — ouch!

My Sentiments Exactly Sometimes the good Lord sends us signs. They may be subtle ... like making a commercial for puppies pop up on your TV screen just as you’re trying to decide whether or not to add one to your clan. Or flashing a billboard right before your eyes along your commute ...

I can’t tell if it’s next debate or Walking Dead

It has finally arrived. The day we’ve all been waiting for. You know, the big one. The one we are simultaneously anticipating and dreading. The reveal. The decision. The answer to the burning question. Nope, not Nov. 8, people; I speak of the Season 7 premiere of AMC’s television hit ...

Crabby Patty back as ‘One Grateful Girl’

I admit it. I’ve been a little cranky lately. In this space over the span of the past few weeks, I suppose PK has not been gleaning her typical attitude of gratitude. Too much Peyton, creepy clowns, presidential puke-fest … heck, I even whined to some great degree about an ...

Childhood illness brings out only true friends

I kind of forgot about it until last week. The pain, the rejection, the isolation. I was totally exiled; an outcast.Shudder.I speak of the time when, at age 26, I came down with a case of chicken pox.That's what I said.I caught them from my little nephew, who was then 6. We were at a party at ...

Tons of trouble threaten spirit of season

It started at the end of last week, really. Well, technically, it started the Sunday I complained about my dog eating my scarf.I should've known better than to tempt fate by uttering aloud the words, "Oh well, it could have been so much worse."Because the Friday before last, my friends, it ...

Grinning through the sadness of surprise

I'm dating myself here but remember when the fictional Marine Gomer Pyle used to utter his famous catchphrase?If you're over 40-something, you just said aloud "Surprise, surprise, surprise!" Didn'tcha?Surprise: underrated or to be coveted? Hmm. A little of both, perhaps though I try to receive ...

Running, or how to fill your legs with pure hurting

Like most Ohioans, a large portion of winter is spent staring longingly out a window, dreaming of a world that doesn't try to kill us as soon as we walk outside - frost nipping at your heels like so many icy ankle dogs, roads that steer you to an early grave, or those icicles that are rumored ...

Remembering one who has gone too soon

The first column of 2014 but really an extension of the last column of 2013.It was last Sunday that I was waxing philosophical about putting fear, sadness and trepidation behind me and looking forward to the new year with great expectation.And I was cruising along with those happy Patty ...

Once again, the weather outside is frightful

Oh, the weather outside is - well, let's see. I don't know ... neurotic?I mean, if it was a person, it would be undergoing intensive therapy sessions right about now. Three inches of snow to nearly 60 degrees Fahrenheit in what, 48 hours? I'm no meteorologist but, it appears we've got some type ...

Communications breakdown on the road

What we've got here, is a failure to communicate - with warmth and / or civility, anyway.And, at the risk of completely ripping off the warden's character (and later, the lead) in the 1967 classic "Cool Hand Luke," me thinks we really, really do.This became apparent as my family sat around my ...

A wail at the thought of no Saturday mail

Boy, another week chock full of lots of important news, huh? First and foremost, the good news: a miracle occurred and the life of a 6-year-old boy was saved in Alabama. Thank you, Lord.Then there was some trash talk. As in Baltimore Ravens quarterback Joe Flacco dropping an expletive just ...

Celebrating freedom of the press and the 49ers

I was at a work function the other evening when I introduced myself to someone who responded, "Patty Kimerer? Do you write a column for the Tribune Chronicle?"Immediately, I scanned the room for the exits. "Hmm, I'll never make it there in the blink of an eye," I thought. In the millisecond to ...