But buckle up, Buttercups By Nancy Ford Happy New Year! Cheers to those of us who made it all the way through 2024 to thrust head first into 2025 — no small feat, as we all know. Admittedly, there isn’t much Happy in this traditional New Year greeting. As of MONTROSE STAR’s publication date, President

By Nancy Ford When we last met, we took a look back at some of the best, worst, funniest, scariest and generally most noteworthy episodes of the first six months of the dumpster fire that is 2024. Though it doesn’t seem possible, the second six months were even more of an inferno. American electorate, we’re

2024 in Review, Part 1 By Nancy Ford As I’ve said at this time of every year for the last 36 years (please sing along if you know the words), “What a year, what a year.” And what a year it’s been. If I have any New Year’s resolution for the coming year, it will

By Nancy Ford Is it just me, or has the summer of 2024 been especially, oppressively, aggressively hot? The temperature has been high, too. (Pa dum-bum.) Two national political conventions provided a steady stream of … what’s the word I’m looking for…? Let’s call it “entertainment.” The Republicans gathered in Milwaukee. They wore cheese hats

By Nancy Ford   The sanitary pad taped to his ear. The train wreck of a forum with the National Association of Black Journalists. His faux-hillbilly running mate.  Given the golden shower of media weirdness Donald Trump has drenched us with every damn day since he rolled down his golden elevator back in 2015, we

By Nancy Ford  Recently, I have had to come to terms with a reality that I’ve been avoiding. It’s something I’ve been in denial about for some time now, an eventuality I’ve considered anathema since I was a sweet, young thing.  The truth is, I am old. If you have been reading this column with

By Nancy Ford  How’s your summer? Mine has been rolling along relatively well so far, thanks. I managed to avoid being submerged in one of our regions recent deluges. No kindly stranger has needed to perform a water rescue to keep me from floating down the bayou, for which I am grateful. I’m equally grateful

By Nancy Ford A not-small earthquake hitting Manhattan. A major eclipse darkening most of America. Nationwide, an ominous redux of armed troops confronting college students protesting U.S. involvement in an unwinnable war. 2024 has already proven to be a wham-bam year, although, without many thank-yous, I am except for Tay and Bey both dropping jaw-dropping

By Nancy Ford First things first: I’m sorry. It truly was my intention to write this month’s column about something other than Donald Trump. Anything other than Donald Trump. Sweet Jesus, we are all so tired of Donald Trump.  But just as Holy Week rolled into full swing last month, the former president announced he

By Nancy Ford  By now, you’ve likely heard about Alabama’s recent challenge to Florida to claim the title of Most Shamelessly Stupid Freaking State in this whole dang nation.  On February 16, the Alabama Supreme Court issued a ruling declaring that embryos created through in vitro fertilization (IVF) should be considered children. Several of the