Author: Nicole Hostetter
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Nicole Hostetter, Contributor
Nicole Hostetter found her way to the Friendly City as an undergraduate at JMU. After graduating with an English degree in 2006, Nicole worked for various news organizations here in the Valley. She pursued her master's degree in teaching from Mary Baldwin College ('10), and taught public school in the Valley for 5 years before staying home to be a full-time mom. She currently lives in Harrisonburg with her husband and two children and writes as an attempt to figure out what living on this earth is really all about.
A hug at a time: One woman’s way of advocating for the Valley LGBTQ+ community
Christine Jones gives great mom hugs. They’re warm and strong, the kind that causes you to instinctively release all your worries. Free Mom Hugs are what she gives, and it’s also the name of the organization Jones represents as she offers hugs, high-fives, and handshakes at area Pride events.
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‘Heartbreaking.’ Residents grapple with Red Front closing and what it means for a changing community
There was a time, not long ago, when a car wasn’t needed if you lived along the Chicago Avenue corridor. The one-mile stretch of road is home to a public elementary school, a public park, dozens of single- and multi-family homes, a restaurant, small businesses, a gas station, a bank and a grocery store.
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Zap! Pow! Zam! Comic book crusader ‘Superior Sam’ crushes bullies and stereotypes of amputees
Chris Barcomb wrote the “extreme” page of his high school yearbook — metaphorically and literally.
‘Maybe he knew something we didn’t know’: The legacy of Quiet T. Please
Quiet Tortouga Please, a local fixture, died May 10, leaving behind a legacy of painstakingly written manifestos and a legend of his own.
‘You should be happy.’ How one mom’s postpartum experience led her to find help in the Valley — and happiness
Three weeks and two days after my son was born, I left a voicemail for my son’s pediatrician — desperate for advice about sleep. I was blaming my lack of sleep on the baby. I thought maybe I was failing as a mother to provide him with enough milk. In reality, he was fine. I, however, was not.
