Val McCullough is a columnist at the Loveland Reporter-Herald and NewsBreak. She focuses on themes of culture and society, with a particular emphasis on health and wellness, religion and spirituality, and the experiences of aging and longevity. Val invites readers to engage with her work by sharing their own stories and feedback through her column and blog.
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By: Val Mccullough
When I turn on my phone in the morning, I find myself in a time loop — a Groundhog Day. I’m bombarded with messages from politicians, nonprofits and businesses. I delete these messages every night, yet the next day I wake up to another bliz…
By: Val Mccullough
How do you feel when you flip through your high school yearbook? Do you look at the photos in the yearbook with fondness? Or do you say to yourself, “Well, I’m glad that’s over.”
By: Val Mccullough
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Earlier this month, I’d said to myself, “This will be the year I’ll plant a garden to attract butterflies and bees.”
By: Val Mccullough
Before the days of fast fashion — when it’s easy to buy too much stuff — clothing types were well etched in my mind. There were school clothes, rough-and-tumble after-school clothes, and holiest of holies — church clothing. Categories…
By: Val Mccullough
The summer of 1964 was filled with birthday parties for kittens, inflatable wading pools and popsicles. By the end of the summer, the amusement park welcomed its first neighborhood customers, and I had fallen in love with a small plot of…
By: Val Mccullough
Last weekend was a happy two-for-one celebration at my house. My kids hosted a bridal shower for my granddaughter Caroline, and we also celebrated my 91st birthday.
By: Val Mccullough
I huddled under the bleachers during the fireworks display at Coney Island that year. I was 3 years old. It was 1938. My parents were seated on planks, a few feet above me, enjoying the fireworks. I’m guessing they tried to hold and…
By: Val Mccullough
I seem to lose friends by the week. Most of us are in our 90s, so this should not be a surprise, but I am not ready to let them go.
By: Val Mccullough
I wish I’d known the truth of it back then. I didn’t know Alice — not her real name — had a baby when we were juniors in high school. Things like that were kept hush-hush in 1952.
By: Val Mccullough
While we struggle with cyclospora here in the U.S., a salad of a different kind is being served up in the Strait of Hormuz. The Hormuz Salad features clumps of seaweed, small sea animals, barnacles, bacteria and toxins.
