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Prather’s Pick: Another fantastic book by Jodi Picoult

I was running an errand in Craig the other day, and it was stormy. In fact, I was in a hurry, fearing that the weather might worsen and I’d face a blizzard on the way home. So, knowing that I needed a book to review for “Prather’s Pick,” I checked out the new selections on a book rack at the grocery store. When I saw “Salem Falls” by Jodi Picoult, I grabbed it up. I recently reviewed her latest novel, “Leaving Time,” which was awesome.

Senior Spotlight: 2015 offers a blank slate

Last year went out like a lion in some places with strong winds, snow storms and extra cold weather. The New Year has been welcomed in, and we are on our way into another year of smiles, tears, trials and triumphs.

Over a Cup: Seafood chowder

New Year’s Eve was quiet. I made clam chowder, and we had cheese, sausage and crackers to go with it. Soup was just what we needed on such a cold night.

Faith Column: Being sinful

The most popular Christmas song and the most famous one is White Christmas. White Christmas was written by Irving Berlin and was recorded by Bing Crosby and released in 1942. White Christmas is the best-selling single of all-time selling 50 million copies worldwide. Other versions along with Bing Crosby’s version have sold over 100 million copies.

From Pipi’s Pasture: It’s really cold

I’ve written several weather-related columns before, including those about the cold. But now it’s really cold, and the cold is what we’re all talking about. It’s so cold that…

Baxter Black: The manly art of...

People ask where I got my mittens, my saddle blanket, my wild rag, my dog’s muffler, my colorful selection of pot holders that hang in my tack room. I always change the subject, but the time has come to confess.

Lance Scranton: New Year, new outlook

I have celebrated the New Year 17 times in our fair city, am raising a family here, care deeply about our community and have high hopes for our small city not just to survive, but to thrive. I know you do too, and you want things to be better in 2015 and beyond and that all we need is the right plan!

Prather's Pick: A creative nonfiction book

“The Boys from the Bushes”, this week’s featured book by Lou Dean (Jacobs), is a carefully researched true story of three Oklahoma boys who competed in horse races that were held in pastures.

Senior Spotlight: Gray days and sad news

When I got up Dec. 19 and opened my bedroom drapes, I thought, "What a gray-looking day." Little did I know how gray it would get. My daughter usually comes by to visit after work, but on this day, she called me to say that she wouldn’t be over because my great-granddaughter's boyfriend had died in an accident that afternoon.

Stephanie Pearce: Looking forward to another year

The new year is just a few days away. In a few more, I will have been writing this column for two years.

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Museum of Northwest Colorado: A Chevy Vega full of hope

Forty years ago, Fort Collins was beginning to feel a little too crowded to a young optometrist and his wife. Dr. Ron Danner and his wife, Audrey, were looking for a rural, nurturing place to raise a family and a town that could support Ron’s vision of serving a community with his optometric practice.

René Littlehawk: Christmas for pets

Merry Christmas to all of you, your families and your feathered and furry friends!

Over a Cup of Coffee: Recipes for pie crusts

I was going to make a cream pie with cherry pie filling on top for Christmas dinner. The recipe is on a card, given to me by a friend some years ago. I’ve made the pie a bunch of times; it’s delicious.

Baxter Black: The herd sire

This is one of those stories that sound so unbelievable, you’ll know I didn’t make it up.

From Pipi's Pasture: Being thankful

As all of you know, the past few weeks, especially the past few days, have been busy as we have tried to get ready for Christmas Day. So on Christmas morning, after we had fed the cows here at Pipi’s Pasture and after the roast beef was simmering in the oven for a late-afternoon dinner, I had a few quiet minutes to sit at the dining room table and watch the fluffy snowflakes fall and ponder my columns for Saturday’s paper.