Although January has passed, its wintery weather provided the opportunity for indoor projects. I had uninterrupted time to do some things I’ve been thinking about. I took advantage of that time to work through a much-procrastinated project.
Our daughter, Nikki, and her husband, Thomas, drove up from New Orleans for a visit on Thursday evening. We don’t see them very often. Nikki started a new job last April and is still building up her PTO time, and Thomas works a two-week-on/two-week-off job on a lift boat out in the Gulf.
I am amazed to see the lifestyle of those in the Middle East. There are businesses, governments, and families in a “war zone.” These folks have lived this way for centuries. David knew war (I Chron. 28:3), Abraham knew war (Gen. 14:14-17), Moses knew war (Ex.
Week four of the Kentucky General Assembly marked a momentous occasion for our state. Governor Matt Bevin gave his first State of the Commonwealth Budget Address, laying out a plan that will guide Kentucky out of the financial mire that has lingered for the past eight years.
I received much positive support, a few questions and a few requests for more information from many Butler County citizens in response to my letter dated December, 17 2015. As a result I am going to submit a series of letters or articles to help answer questions and give Butler County citizens m
Life is good. It’s a positive phrase, a mantra, even. I got Life is Good, The Book: How to live with purpose and enjoy the ride, by Bert and John Jacobs. The Jacobs brothers founded Life is Good in 1989. At that juncture, they had no experience but were game for the adventure. Today, Life is
Recent snow days brought back memories of snow days past. Although I’ve lived in several different locations, my favorite snow day memories are of when my daughters were growing up.
Those wonder years were wonderful, to be pure- but sometimes confusing to a youngster- but you’ve been there.
I’ve noticed there are particular things or themes, sometimes both, in children’s lives when they are very young. For my daughter, Nikki, it was string and nets. Nikki was forever tying string to things. Often, I would have to take a detour through my dining room because she had tied the kitch