I read the other day that scientists have studied brain waves in dogs and have proven that they feel love toward the humans that care for them like we do family. I really didn't need to read that to know that. I'm pretty sure anyone who has a dog knows that they love us. Two of the four dogs were actual rescues. One of the others were a gift to our daughter from a neighbor, and the other we got from a friend who's dog had unplanned pups.
I’ve just cleaned up the dishes — most of them anyway — and I’ve managed to get the Thanksgiving leftovers in the refrigerator. Now all that’s left from the holiday is finding a way to use all of the leftovers.
There is a bridge to cross in understanding between those who live off the land (rural) and those who benefit from it (urban), but have no personal relationship with it.
This year’s Moffat County Achievement Night was held at the Moffat County Fairgrounds Pavilion on Nov. 19. This night is always special because it recognizes the many accomplishments of the 4-H members during the past year. This week, “From Pipi’s Pasture” salutes the achievements of the 4-H members and their leaders.
I recently heard that children who lick their iPads could develop mercury poisoning. Unable to validate the rumor, I decided to start another, verifiable from personal experience: old ladies in charge of passwords could develop hysteria.
Given the title of the series and the time of its release, you can’t talk about “The Hunger Games: Mockingjay — Part 1” without making a Thanksgiving joke. The difficulty with that is that while people may be ravenous for more of the franchise, right now, they’re only getting appetizers.
The armored cars were rolling, the Walgreens was burning, the tear gas was flying, the glass everywhere was shattering. And every bit of it — every good-on-TV moment of it — was entirely predictable.
It’s a tradition to reflect on our blessings during the Thanksgiving holiday. Jose and his family, characters in this week’s picture book for children, are undoubtedly thankful for their pumpkin harvest.
If you’re like me, you have nothing to be thankful for this year. “Nothing” was the only word that came to mind this week. Nothing has been happening to me all year and I didn’t even realize it because I was so focused on “something.”
Christmas is getting closer, and the signs are spreading in various forms. The hype of Christmas over shadows Thanksgiving making it almost an afterthought. In reality, Thanksgiving should be every bit as special a day as Christmas and celebrated in its own special way.
Thanksgiving brings several memories of family back to me. However, there are a couple memories of school that pop in my head every Thanksgiving.
These last few days before Thanksgiving, I have been thinking about Thanksgivings past, those days when my siblings and I were growing up on the ranch.
There’s an old saying that “A cowboy is born, not made.” However, I’d like to propose that if you’re hirin’ a cowboy to help you take care of your stock, you might look twice.
For some years now, our family members have been leaving notes to one another on the dining room table, usually on the placemat where that person usually sits at mealtime. This note-leaving activity became more important after our sons and their families moved away from Craig.
This past week was the national collection week for Operation Christmas Child (OCC), an outreach of Samaritan's Purse.