Even though this picture book is intended for children, there’s a message for all ages — perhaps more than one message. “Return of the Library Dragon” was written by Carmen Agra Deedy and illustrated by Michael P. White. It is based on “The Library Dragon,” also written by Deedy.
I was once your greatest asset and you used me to your benefit. But now you demonize me. Is it because of where I am from? Are your white bladed towers and flat-paneled monstrosities that destroy the natural landscape more attractive and beneficial than I? Together, we were looked upon all over the world with envy; but now you vilify me and have unfairly characterized me as dangerous. Today, I help many countries build economic wealth and freedom but you have determined that I am dirty and disgusting.
First things first: I want to let the community know that this will be my final column as the executive director of Craig Moffat Economic Development Partnership. I have resigned my position, effective April 15, to pursue my other professional projects and to allow someone with a fresh perspective to take the reins and lead this great organization.
Child maltreatment is manifested in different ways. The National Child Abuse and Neglect Data System defines child physical abuse as “non-accidental trauma or physical injury caused by punching, beating, kicking, biting, burning or otherwise harming a child.”
During my years of wandering and working various jobs, I learned something about Christian leadership. I was the low man on the job site when one of the upper echelon bosses showed up at the job site and asked, “Tell me what to do; I’m at your service.” I tried to suggest that he should give the orders. He replied, “You’ve been here a few days, and you know the lay of the land.” He actually did what I asked him to do.
This week’s column features two more raisin pie recipes that I couldn’t fit into last week’s column. These recipes were sent to me by Geraldine Coleman, of Craig. Thanks, Geraldine!
Part of the spring ritual here at Pipi’s Pasture is the birth of kittens, all from mama cats that came here as strays, settled down and stayed — some for years now. This week Lyle told me that he had found a batch of newborn kittens belonging to a one-eyed black mama cat. She has them hidden in a small opening in one side of our wood shed.
In a recent interview for the BBC2 series “Inside Obama’s White House," President Obama sounded somewhat wistful as he spoke to an interviewer about how he has tried to use his voice "to move things toward a more ethical and moral outcome."
If you trust the experts — and if there’s anything we’ve learned in this election season, it’s that we should trust no one — the Donald’s crushing defeat in Wisconsin means he is now a long shot to gather the 1,237 delegate votes needed to claim the Republican nomination.
“The Spring at Moss Hill,” this week’s novel written by “New York Times” bestselling author Carla Neggers, is a romantic mystery. It is the latest in the Swift River Valley series of novels. The book is a mystery, but it is not a suspense thriller that involves a murder.
Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated this week in 1968, and I have always tried to honor his memory as a teacher and coach. I always thought of him as a man of God who spoke purposefully and passionately for all who were not treated justly. His persistent theme in most of his speeches was that our lives consist of speaking up for those who cannot because they have been marginalized, will not because they see no justice, or have not because they are too scared.
With apologies to Buffalo Springfield, there's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. Here's Bill Clinton in Spokane, Washington, making the pitch for his wife last week: "But if you believe we can all rise together, if you believe we've finally come to the point where we can put the awful legacy of the last eight years behind us and the seven years before that..."
Jack and Jill were pursuing the same goal, which they never achieved. What happened?
When my siblings and I were growing up on the ranch, we learned to eat everything. We worked hard, we were hungry at mealtime, we didn’t have much (hardly any at all) “convenience” foods from the grocery store, and we couldn’t afford to be “picky” eaters.
My passion for early childhood education has consistently been a driving force in my life. As a stay-at-home mom for several years, this ambition remained strong and gave me incentive to pursue a job outside of the home. Starting as an aide at St. Mark’s Preschool, then moving on to being a teacher at Eagle’s Nest Preschool, I have found my “happy place.” Being in the classroom affords me the opportunity to have one-on-one interactions and learning experiences with preschool-age children.