Greta McDonough is a journalist for the Owensboro Messenger-Inquirer, focusing on local news and events in Owensboro, Kentucky. With a passion for storytelling, Greta covers a wide range of topics including community traditions, holiday events, personal experiences, and lifestyle articles.
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Greta's coverage predominantly focuses on local lifestyle and seasonal topics, particularly related to holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. She seems interested in articles that capture the essence of these occasions and their impact on family life, relationships, and home-related activities.
Given her focus on local content, Greta may be receptive to pitches offering insights into unique holiday traditions or experiences specific to the Kentucky or Owensboro area. Pitches could also include heartwarming stories about local families or individuals embracing traditions during festive seasons.
Educational pieces tied to family dynamics during holidays or tips for managing stress during seasonal changes might resonate with Greta’s coverage interests. Additionally, she appears open to announcements relevant to community events or local initiatives tied to holiday celebrations.
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By: Greta McDonough
Thanksgiving Eve is exactly two weeks away, due to a wonky calendar that has it “late” this year. I, for one, am grateful.
There, in the middle drawer of the marble topped washstand in the hallway of my childhood home is where my mother kept them, neat and in their boxes, the wicks blackened and waiting from one holiday season to the next.
The week has arrived, the time I can see my sweet family gathered around the groaning table, all sharp angled elbows and knees, girls in stiff blonde
Today dawns cloudy or bright, at an impossibly early hour or something more reasonable, or even, well past noon.
One of my friends would take down her Christmas tree on Christmas night, if she thought she could get away with it.
Most of my time between the holidays was spent lying on my spine, watching YouTube, reading free books on my Kindle, and saving recipes that popped up on my Facebook feed.
My father never cooked. Never baked, and to my knowledge, never washed a load of clothes.
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