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It hurt so bad. My unhealthy level of fanaticism of the Green Bay Packers has once again cost me my sanity. In the final five minutes of the Jan. 18 NFC Championship Game, my mood quickly went from eager to anxious to ill, as the Packers squandered a prime opportunity to defeat the...

I love this time of year. No, not winter. I hate winter. What I love is when the calendar page flips from December to January. I love putting the holiday season behind me, getting back in the saddle at work and at home, and plotting a new course for my professional and personal...

I am a rural girl through and through. I grew up on a hobby farm in Pierce County where I mucked out stalls, fed the cows, cared for an army of barn cats, cut firewood, refused to wear shoes until it snowed and helped raise a huge garden. I raised rabbits for 4-H, learned how to shoot...

Val and I made a mad dash down to Waukesha over the weekend for the wedding of my best friend’s only daughter Carly. When you attach such an important moment to a big holiday season it has advantages and disadvantages. It becomes easier to remember, but it also risks sharing some...

The outrage over the grand jury decision to not indict a white police officer after fatally shooting an unarmed black teen is just the latest case that underscores how much we ask of our cops, and how much trust — rightly or wrongly — we place in them. It’s not for me to say...

There’s nothing like a 50-mile walk to clear your head. Well, it wasn’t exactly one 50-mile walk, but a series of seven hikes over a few months that ended up totalling 51.6 miles to be exact. This year, I set out to walk the southern portion of the Gandy Dancer Trail from the...

News is my life. It’s been that way since I was an 18-year-old public affairs Marine working as a writer and photographer for my base newspaper in Okinawa, Japan. Since my first week at that job I began collecting stacks of newspapers that I had contributed to. Before you start...

There is nothing I love to do more than to laugh -- the until I can’t breathe, spit my coffee across the desk and cry all my eye liner off kind of laugh. But this was a little extreme. I opened my work email about a month ago like I do every morning. My eyes bugged out at the...

Well, I’m back. Back in New Richmond, back at The News, back in the country. Almost a year has passed since I completed my first internship here, and although I’m still processing many of my experiences, I can tell you one thing: I’m not the same person who walked through the...

Column by Matt Pommer, Wisconsin Newspaper Association

Nearly nine years, and almost 500 issues of the New Richmond News, since becoming editor, I'm moving on to new endeavors. My wife, Julie, has been working at a new job in Colorado Springs, Col., for the past four months and she has decided that it's time for me to join her. She works...

It dawned on me the other day that I've been alive for almost four decades. Wow. While some people may be embarrassed to admit they are almost 40, I am actually proud and amazed I've lived so long. Of course, that doesn't stop my daughters from pointing out how much things have...