The silence was deafening as my husband and I drove home from the University of Colorado Anschutz Breast Cancer Clinic in November of 2011. We were in shock and speechless as we contemplated the difficult road ahead of us. I had officially been given a breast cancer diagnosis. Suddenly, we noticed that Martina’s McBride’s song, “I’m Gonna Love You Through It,” had started playing in the background. The lyrics resonated deeply within both of us as she sang, “She dropped the phone and burst into tears, the doctor just confirmed her fears.”
I have an admission to make today. Not an admission of wrongdoing specifically, but an admission of the way that I have lived my life to date. That admission is that sometimes, and more often than I care to truly admit, I need to be smacked upside the head with a two-by-four to make me understand what is right in front of my eyes.
So now it’s October. Here at Pipi’s Pasture the leaves on the poplar trees are turning a gorgeous yellow color, and some of them are already falling to the ground when the wind blows.
I can’t believe that we haven’t dug our potatoes or carrots yet, but that’s one of the jobs for the weekend. This month I featured Geraldine Coleman’s recipe for “Scalloped Potatoes Supreme.” I haven’t taken the time to make it yet, but I met up with a reader in downtown Craig a few days ago who did make it. She said the potato dish was delicious. I thought it would be.
The 2016 presidential election is by all accounts one of the most unusual and anxiety-producing events in recent American history. In such an important election, it is essential that each and every vote is accounted for and legally cast. Many voters and election officials have been equally alarmed by news reports claiming voter fraud using the names of deceased persons. While there are cases where votes have been cast in the name of a deceased individual, in most cases the vote was mistakenly cast due to clerical error or misinformation rather than actual voter fraud.
Last week, I mentioned some of the reclamation and cleanup efforts taking place in Southwest Virginia on abandoned mine lands and creeks where coal that contained too much rock was dumped in the early 1900s, when coal mining and power plants across the nation didn’t typically take into account health, safety and the environment.
The way the past is remembered is usually through rose-colored glasses, but as “The Magnificent Seven” shows, even when you’re trying to keep your sights facing forward, you’re bound to trip up by repeatedly glancing over your shoulder.
Last summer, during one of my Sunday morning walks, a power outage undid my husband, Joel. When I arrived home, I found him in the alley, looking beleaguered and whacking a hedge. With waving shears, he beckoned me near and then began a tale of woe: “You won’t believe what happened. When I started to fix my breakfast, the power went out, so no bacon and eggs. Then my coffee was cold, so I thought I’d reheat it. Nope. No microwave. I couldn’t even defrost blueberries to eat with cereal.”
Isn’t it wonderful when you find a book that you just can’t put down? This week’s book is one of them. “Before the Fall” was written by Noah Hawley. He is an award-winning author, screenwriter, and producer, receiving an Emmy, Golden Globe, PEN, Critics Choice and Peabody Award. He was the writer and producer for the television series “Bones.” Currently he is executive producer, writer and showrunner on the “Fargo” series.
It seems the presidential campaigns are on everyone’s minds. And while the state and national elections are surely important for Colorado’s and America’s collective future, I’m asking you to focus your attention closer to home.
Seems like everything we do these days is high stress, high stakes — from elections to testing, we’re a wired-up and worn-out populace. I’m fairly certain that all the people who say they are going to move to Canada if Trump is elected will do the same as they did when President Bush returned for a second term. I’m also positive that for years to come, Moffat County School District will be educating as many children as come through the doors with the same idealistic intent as I have observed over the past 18 years.
Long day? Overwhelmed by your to-do list, and the ice cream is melting in the car? Yes, you say? Let’s make those pick-ups peaceful and quick.
This year my mom was diagnosed with advanced Alzheimer’s Disease after progressively-worsening signs and symptoms prompted some visits to specialists in the Minneapolis area.
Donald Trump was up early, or maybe he was up late — or maybe he hadn’t slept at all, or maybe he hasn’t slept in weeks. We don’t know. What we do know is that while much of America presumably slept, Donald Trump was up and apparently too wide awake, banging away at The Twitter, where his millions of followers — and how apt the word “followers” seems — could see their leader gone mad.
This week we picked a bumper crop of apples from our two fruit trees. One tree produces a variety of Gala apples. They turn red and are delicious when eaten raw. The other tree produces some type of yellow-green apples that are best used for cooking.