It’s important to know a little about everything. That was one of the mantras of journalism school back at the University of Missouri where I attended many moons ago. The idea was that, as a journalist, you would invariably be writing about many topics, so having a breadth of knowledge could help you know enough about a wide range of subject matter to at least be able to ask the right questions to learn more. That’s why in addition to journalism courses, we were required to take a cross-section of liberal arts classes.

For 50+ years, he cared for commuting train riders like a second family

Thanks for being a reader. For longtime subscribers who read my column in each issue, that phrase may have a familiar ring to it. That’s because it has been the last few words of my column for many, many years. Not quite as catchy as famed newsman Walter Cronkite’s nightly sign off “and that…

    What’s not to like about a great local bakery? Great aromas when you walk in the door. Shelves and shelves of delicious cookies, donuts and cakes with strawberries and chocolate, and custard and chocolate, and sprinkles and chocolate, and did I say chocolate? Better yet, many of the sweet tr…

    I’m not much of a singer. I can carry a tune OK, but since I never learned to read music, hitting specific notes is a hit or miss proposition. So on the rare times I sing out loud, it’s mostly softly to myself, when no one else is around.

    North Aurora girl’s outreach to those in need turns into an ongoing ministry

    I’ve become somewhat of an avid biker the past few years. I’m not a purist with the padded shorts and fancy bike. Though I ride about an hour or so almost every day, I’m very much a recreational biker — I’m not passionate about riding but it serves several positive purposes at this point in …

    One of the things I have become accustomed to as a small business owner is the need to wear many hats. Part of it is by choice and enjoyable — it can be fun learning new things and being involved in all facets of a business.

    Sorry to disappoint, but I’m back. As regular readers may recall, last issue my daughter Shelby — who is also an assistant editor here at the magazine — gifted me with a one-issue hiatus from writing this column.

    An exercise in collaboration results in a creative community plaza in Naperville

    New Naperville restaurant concept to put robots to work in the kitchen

    It was chaotic. What do you do as a magazine publisher when — just days before the next issue is scheduled to go to the printer — more than half of the content suddenly becomes no longer accurate or irrelevant or both?

    If I mentioned that I watched six hours of episodes in a Netflix series on a recent Tuesday night when I had a work meeting at 8 the next morning, would that seem to you like a lot of time spent binge-watching TV?

    Corine Gilbert remembers childhood field trips to Brookfield and Lincoln Park zoos and the Shedd Aquarium as outings that sparked her early interest in working with animals.

    Time flies when you’re having fun. That old adage has proven at least mostly true. The 25 years since we started this magazine have indeed seemingly flown by and I have been both blessed and fortunate along the way.

    A pandemic is, of course, an overwhelmingly negative experience, but thankfully some search for light in this darkness.

    Approaching the one-year anniversary of the beginning of the end of the world as we knew it, COVID-19 has eliminated much of our daily routines. Because of that, I am facing stimulation starvation.

    Gratitude. Admittedly, it was not the first word to come to mind when reflecting on the unique challenges of the past year. That would have likely been frustration, because like everyone else, I’m a bit pandemic-ed out and anxious for a return to some sense of normalcy. Not sure when that’s …

    It feels as if everything has changed about the upcoming holidays. Except what is required of me. For my family, this year we will no longer be extended, but reduced. Out of caution and COVID protocols, my brothers and sisters, spouses, children, grandchildren, cousins and more will not be s…

    Local environmental group offers a beneficial alternative to throwing pumpkins away

    A Naperville high school is making a childhood pleasure an integral part of its PE curriculum

    When it comes to paying the tab for a group outing, what's a few bucks here or there?

    I really enjoy going through our reader surveys and compiling our Best of the West results each year. It’s always interesting to get our readers’ perspectives on their favorite things about living in the western suburbs. I have been doing it for so many years now that I have a pretty good id…

    I’ve never been a big fan of running just to run. I’m OK running when there is a ball to catch or a basket to be made or when it is part of virtually any sporting activity. Because then there is a reason to run beyond running itself — it is a means to an end. 

    Naperville librarian helps choose the Newbery-winning best children's book of the year

     I’m a big supporter of area restaurants embracing the concept of BYOB, or Bring Your Own Bottle (see our feature on page 44). It’s not that I have any vested interest. 

    I  have never bought anything online. Actually, that’s not completely true, I’ve purchased airline tickets and made hotel reservations and such. So what I guess I really mean, is that I have never bought any thing online — nothing tangible like clothing or any of the myriad of other stuff th…

    W here were you 50 years ago? OK, I’ll help you with the math, because if your were alive back then, like me, you can probably use the help. The year was 1969. I was in grade school at the time. And since it is October, I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say I was still in mourning. After being in…

    I have never been terribly artistically inclined. Case in point, when I was in about third grade I took my first piano lesson, after which my teacher told me to quit. OK, not in so many words, but apparently I was looking out the window throughout the lesson. So when my mom came to pick me u…