I am writing to chime in on the discussion of recreational marijuana that was in the Oct. 3 Herald.

With the upcoming election, I, as a Democrat, face a dilemma. Do I vote for Menendez or his opponent?

Maxine Waters, Ocasio Cortez, Al Sharpton, Corey "Spartacus" Booker, Elizabeth "Pocahontas" Warren, Bernie Sanders, Nancy Pelosi, Chuck Schumer, Keith Ellison, and the faces of the current radical left Democratic Party. What do they stand for?

It’s no surprise that “conservative” is a term often self-applied by the right wing. It is often misleadingly applied, though, because too often, it doesn’t mean conserving but rather unwillingness to change or refusal to learn. Nowhere is that clearer than in a letter to the Herald Oct. 3 about how “wind energy” would raise our electric bills to 30 cents a kWh.

"Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" portrays Jefferson Smith, a senator played by James Stewart, fighting a one-man war against a corrupt political machine. John F. Kennedy's "Profiles in Courage" details senators who defied the opinions of their party and constituents to do what they felt was right.

I am the mother of a heroin addict. Our struggle has been for a long 10 years. No different than most. The time filled with rehab, overdoses, withdrawals, theft, arrests, and accidents all that came as a result of addiction.

Even though we haven’t met yet I would like to say hello.

Ah, speed limits how sweet the sound how vile the thought. What a joke posting a number on a rectangular sign in the belief motorists will abide by those digits.

Benjamin Franklin said, “An investment in knowledge pays the best interest.” Clearly, Americans believe that, and that’s the reason we devote so much of our lives to it.

I was shut in this past weekend because I literally felt in my body like a truck not only ran me over, but it backed up again to finish the job. I had pain where I never thought pain existed.

In 1990, I had the honor of being appointed as a commissioner on the Garden State Parkway by Gov. Jim Florio. As only the second Cape May County resident to ever serve as commissioner, I was able to accomplish many improvements on the roadway.

Fight. Struggle. Battle. War. Confrontation. If you're just plain tired of reading those words in the daily news, then there are two of us.

My right leg has been giving me pain for a couple of weeks. It started in the knee, then down into the calf, and now my ankle has begun to swell a little.

I know I suffer from “separation anxiety.” I do not handle the departure of loved ones very well.

About 20 years ago, I led a clinical supervision group for colleagues who were seasoned psychologists. As did I, they taught at local universities and did therapy with clients.

Every few years, New Jersey politicians look for lofty ways to spend our tax dollars. The suggested wind energy located off the N.J. coast will again create the speculative folly that a renewable, emission-free energy will supply three million homes.

I completed the New Beginnings program run by Cape Counseling. I was required to attend after an assessment which was required by the Intoxicated Driver Resource Center (IDRC) after a DUI (driving under the influence) offense.

The fall air and school buses driving by are sure signs of a new beginning and an exciting time for children. The wonders of the new school year are boundless; new friends, new experiences, a little more independence and a time where a child might just have the guts to try and become a part of a team.

Real love is in short supply in our world today. Whenever I see adults mistreating children, it raises my blood pressure and causes me to say something to attempt to defuse a potential bullying situation.

The documents produced by the St. Joseph stakeholders group and its members do not accurately detail the process used to develop the new church.

When the U.S. voted to bring isolated and economically poor China into the World Trade Organization (WTO), the hope was, China would become a thriving and interdependent member of the family of nations, thus fostering world peace and prosperity.

As CBS juggernaut "The Big Bang Theory" rolled into a record 12th season Sept. 24, most of the gang exploring mysteries of the universe have gone vegan, opting for plant-based eating.

It was Sept. 18. The sun was semi-beaming in Rio Grande. The weather forecast claimed we were to have showers and thunderstorms, a remnant of Hurricane Florence.

I am 70 years old and have a home on 47th St. in Sea Isle City. I have nothing against the new dunes that they built. It would be nice if they kept them clean from all the amount of sand that had covered it over the course of the years.

In response to a letter in the Sept. 12 Herald...

The vacuum cleaner was full to the top with a summer’s worth of under-the-bed dust bunnies. There was very little time for thorough cleaning – just “a lick and a promise” as my mother used to say about the quick pick-ups before company comes. That meant “a promise to do it right later” and a quick lick now that made things tidy.

Fundraising. It's a word that sends chills up many spines and churns many stomachs. Whether it's a religious institution to which we belong that needs money to operate or some other venture, as in youth sports or other activities, the need for dollars is real.

I believe that there is a yearning deep down inside every single heart that genuinely longs for a world of rich Technicolor in the midst of the surrounding black-and-white daily existence.

On Aug. 22, I suffered a silent heart attack. At first, I thought I pulled a muscle. After a short period of time, I decided to have it checked out at Cape Regional's emergency room (ER).

On Sept. 6, Lower Township approved changing the zoning for the Brine restaurant property from commercial to residential. The plan calls for the removal of the restaurant and warehouse on the property to be replaced with six residential lots.

Whether it is season of life or just life in general, I seem to consistently feel as though my bandwidth is tapped. Even as we have grown as a church and hired more staff, life is always more than enough to keep us busy.

“I don’t know what I'm afraid of. I just know it is scary to imagine this bay being flooded from Hurricane Florence." Jennifer sat with her face pointed towards her lap and used her therapy to deal with her fear of upcoming storms.

The one overriding concern with Brett Kavanaugh up for a seat on the U.S. Supreme Court is that he’s President Donald Trump’s preferred inside man. If Kavanaugh is confirmed, the fix will be in.

Republicans have been selling a bill of goods for years now.

At the beginning of September was my dad’s 75th birthday and at the end of August was my 37th. It just so happened, that right as these birthdays were happening, and summer was winding down, I read Psalm 90.

Sea Isle had been my home for 27 years prior to moving. Born and raised here I had, as so many other children did, the opportunity to grow in a neighborhood of good and honest people.

This past Saturday, we held a memorial service for an incredible woman of faith, Doris Fisher.

We went to a wedding in Monterey, Calif. in August 2018. For my husband and me, it was a return to the area where we had first met and courted.

A couple of years ago, a Bay Atlantic Symphony board member was attending our final subscription concert of the year at the Stockton Performing Arts Center. She was sitting next to a Stockton student.

After watching the beautiful funeral service for John McCain in Phoenix, Ariz., one realized that greatness will prevail over evil. McCain didn't fall for the lies that America needs to be great again because he, like me, believes America was already great.

I'm an old native of Cape May, a lovely Victorian resort that offers so many diverse activities. Tourists come to enjoy the restaurants, beaches, and the restored Victorian architecture.

If I were a teacher of some sort I would teach the students many things, none of which are taught today.

Stone Harbor's Beach Patrol (SHBP) captain noted that the town will not be able to man all beaches. This is not a problem unique to SHBP, as almost all seasonal patrols have the same problem.

While having breakfast with three friends at a restaurant at the Cape May County Airport Aug. 28 at about 10 a.m., a complete stranger paid for our breakfast.

I started to title this column, “So Long, Summer,” but then thought, Oh no, the chambers of commerce will get on me for that, saying, "Don’t say summer is over, we still have nice weather here well into the fall, with more and more to do, and ever more people coming down to enjoy it." They are right, of course, so I changed it.

How’s that draining of the Washington swamp working out? All I see is filling the so-called swamp with more gators of secret, self-important profit makers.

I read a recent letter to the editor on entitlements. It began with some perfectly sensible examples - the right to do what you want with your own property, the right to earn money and do what you want with it, and the right to voice an opinion, no matter how ill-informed. No reasonable person would disagree there.

Our grandson, Collin, worked here at the Herald this summer and has now returned to college. While here, he wrote columns which appeared in the space on this page which I again occupy.