Thursday, January 3, 2013
If your New Year’s resolution is to get your finances in order, these guidelines will help you get started.
In this economy—and especially during this time of year—many of us are facing our very own fiscal cliff. While we may not be able to raise revenue as easily as the federal government can, these five steps may help you reach solvency and put savings in the bank, financial planners say. Once you’re free of debt and ready to grow your savings, you can look to financial services companies for investment advice, including banks (Bank of America, Wells Fargo and others), insurers (State Farm, Allianz and others) and brokers (Edward Jones, for example). Good luck and a Happy New Year.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
New year, new possibilities for the city
Happy 2013, Solon! With 2012 kicked to the curb, it's time to look ahead to a new year. There could be a lot going on in Solon in 2013. The city will continue seeing its shopping plazas rehabbed and new shopping options coming to town, including a new Giant Eagle and Earth Fare. Elections for mayor and city council will be held. The investigation into the Solon Center for the Arts continues. What are you looking forward to for the city in 2013? If you could give the city a New Year's Resolution, what would it be? Tell us in the comments.
Monday, January 2, 2012
With gratitude, a new mother thinks about "home," remembering her past and contemplating her baby's future.
As a child, I loved sledding at my grandparents’ farm. We’d don layers — long johns covered by pants covered by coveralls, adding hats, gloves and scarves until we could barely move. Dad drove the station wagon to “the farm” where we’d have hours of outdoor fun. Piling onto runner sleds, two-or-three-kids-high, we coasted across the frozen swamp at record speeds, seeing whose sled could go farthest. We never tired of flying downhill, but eventually climbing up got the best of us. We’d give in to our weary limbs’ complaints and turn wind-chilled faces toward the farm house. Before we could enter the mud room, Grandma would sweep snow from our clothes with her broom. We’d scurry into the kitchen, where a wall of warm air greeted us — a …
