Why is it that we know couples that beg the question, “What does she see in him?” I’m not going to use names for the sake of privacy. I can’t actually say “to protect the innocent.” I’m just going to use the aliasi of Geraldo and Lucinda.
Spring season on the ranch brings with it lots of work. To name a few jobs, there’s calving and lambing, branding, getting the fields ready for haying season, irrigating and fence repair so that livestock can be let out into summer pasture.
This week Joe Belcher, owner of Gino’s Pizzeria in Craig, is sharing his recipe for “Homemade Focaccia” with readers. Focaccia is a bread that is used in the restaurant to make sandwiches, pepperoni sticks, and bread sticks. Joe is a certified culinarian who has been cooking for 15 years.
It’s not often when you find a conservationist seeking out the opportunity to defend a plan that proposes the drilling of over 15,000 oil and gas wells. But that is what I’m going to try to do.
There are plenty of pieces of history from the last century that need to be told, whether in books, film or other media. And, as important a chapter of the years past the events of “Woman in Gold” may be, its presentation still leaves something to be desired.
Would you consider voting for someone based on the fact that they reflect the values you believe are important to get our country moving again? How often have you been asked to vote for someone in a national election because of their skin color, gender or religious beliefs? Isn’t voting for someone simply because they might represent a particular aspect of projected historical importance intellectual bondage?
The titles of Danielle Steel’s books are listed on one of the front pages of this week’s featured book, her latest novel. There are 93of them, plus three nonfiction books and a book for children. “Prodigal Son” is published by Delacorte Press (2015).
The grey and gloomy weather seemed to match the way I was feeling. This past two weeks had seen the loss of a very close friend and two others whose loss also meant a lot to me. Lately I had been questioning my own place in this world and how I had lived my life so far. The passing of these friends brought those thoughts even more in to focus.
We are a little ways away from branding time in our area, but there are always some good stories that come out of branding. It is always a memorable time.
A poem from Baxter Black.
With the recent stormy weather came the craving for soup so this week I made a beef vegetable soup. It got me to thinking about our son, Jody, and his chicken noodle soup. We’ve never gotten the chance to enjoy his soup, but his family loves it. More than once, Jody has called us to visit while he waits for a chicken to finish cooking. He uses an oven-baked chicken for the soup, and I’ll bet that he uses some of the drippings in the chicken broth, too.
Relationships are always worth restoring! Because the Christian life is all about learning how to love, God wants us to value relationships and make every effort to maintain them instead of discarding them whenever there is a hurt or a conflict. God has given us the ministry of restoring relationships! That’s why a significant amount of the New Testament is devoted to teaching us how to get along with one another.
Last week’s column was a recollection of what it was like to be a country school teacher. In the column I wrote that my sisters and I attended the Morapos School through the eighth grade and then attended high school in Craig. I goofed. Our sister Darlene attended seven grades at Morapos and then went to eighth-grade at the Craig high school. When I talked to her a few days ago, Darlene explained that having country school kids attend eighth-grade in Craig was a sort of “trend” in those days. It was intended as a sort of transition before starting high school.
Somehow, they made it a heptalogy, all without ever once using a word on screen with that many syllables. Somehow, it became The Most Important Movie in the World. And, somehow, “Furious 7” is entirely enjoyable.
A shadow hovered over the United States in the early '60s. Its darkness lurked in the background as I married and graduated from college; it fell across the school where I taught fourth-grade children the intricacies of long division, comprehension skills of reading, and correct fingering for their flute-o-phones. Busy with my life, I didn’t notice the shadow blacken, move closer, threaten. I didn’t know it would envelope me.