This is a Thanksgiving story of sorts, a really incredible story about a six-month-old, whitish-gray-brown Simmental cross heifer calf. We don’t usually name calves, but as a baby this little calf loved to run, and as she’d run past me I was reminded of the wind. Thus, the name.
Our family is starting to make plans for Thanksgiving. Whenever I think about preparing a holiday dinner or even a meal for a big gathering to work cattle, I include a special fruit salad in the menu. It’s our grandson’s favorite salad, and even though it has another name, I call it “Jaycee’s Favorite Salad.” I’ve included it in a previous column, perhaps a year ago, but I can’t resist featuring it again.
Growing up in a rural area in the years following World War II, my friends and I quickly absorbed the behaviors deemed appropriate for boys and girls; behaviors we learned from picture books, movies, parents, peers and siblings.
When Donald Trump won the presidential election, many Hillary Clinton supporters expressed concerns — some more peacefully than others — about how he will handle the presidency after his “harsh” campaign, as it has been referred to.
With Thanksgiving approaching, we’re all thinking about reasons to be thankful. Being grateful is one of the messages in this week’s picture book for children.
Last Tuesday’s election was capped off by Veterans Day ceremonies on Friday. It seemed like an appropriate way to end the week in light of all the events of the week. One thing is for certain; our republic is alive and well with more than 120 million people having a say in who will be our next president. One of the things we talked about in classes was the Electoral College and why we need such a thing.
I for one, and I think many Americans, are sick and tired of the incredibly disrespectful attempt at manipulation by the campaigns and the media.
When are children able to know that others think differently than they do and have different preferences, wants and needs?
As the World War II generation passes from our midst, the intense and difficult memories of this righteous war become less vivid. Only when we look at the life of the individuals who did the fighting and dying can we dip into the emotion of that era. Textbooks can never do justice to the individuals and families who suffered, sacrificed, and truly wrote this chapter in American history.
Throughout my time in Congress, I have had the privilege of meeting many veterans from across the district and hearing fascinating stories detailing their military service and their contributions to communities across Colorado.
As I write this, the election results have been published. Perhaps you are excited, pleased with the results. Perhaps you are less than pleased. Perhaps, because of the color of your skin, your gender expression, whom you love or where your parents were born, you no longer feel secure in your own land. Every election produces this mix of emotions.
Last week I wrote about how my childhood family enjoyed visiting as we sat around the dining room table eating our family meals. Lyle and I have continued the “tradition” with our own family, and we enjoy it so much that we linger at the table even after we’ve eaten dessert.
When days are busy, as they have been for me lately, and I don’t have much time to fix supper, I like to turn to recipes like those featured in this week’s column. They’re quick to fix and don’t call for many ingredients.
The internet age has given certain mythical creatures a bad name, but they’re taking back their honor in the animated movie “Trolls” One might argue they’re overcompensating with sweetness, but hey, we all have different tastes.
I voted for Donald Trump. I can assure you that I am not racist, I do not support rape culture and I am not stupid.