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Columns

  • Shelburne concert organizers, donors deserve praise

    It’s never easy to pull off something as difficult as a music concert. If it was easy, many people would be doing it.

    That, in itself, makes what Joani Clark did in bringing some Nashville music to Lawrenceburg Friday night so special.

    While a day of rain considerably hurt the turnout for Nashville Live on the Green, there is no doubt the event was a huge success.

  • Make your salad dressings at home for healthy flavor

    I hope everyone had a nice Mother’s Day. I spent the day planting and gardening. My husband and I worked on stone edging for the flower beds. I love being outdoors, so for me it was relaxing and fun.

  • Getting played

    In the photos, Minister Lavrov and Ambassador Kislyak are right there on center stage, yucking it up with President Trump in the Oval Office.

    It might be our White House, but Russia set the meeting parameters, Russia snapped all the photos, Russia did the publicity release, and Russia got our president to bar U.S. media from the event altogether.

    So much for America First.

  • Find your joy on a tractor, in a garden, with a neighbor

    What a beautiful weekend! The days have been long and the nights just flat gorgeous. I love watching the sun go down. Even after that is done, the waning moon still provided enough light to watch Mother Nature shine. The tree frogs provided the audio and the lightening bugs the visual. Heaven on Earth!

  • Hiprocrisy over Foster Care

    In an op-ed dated May 2, Kentucky Attorney General Andy Beshear demonstrated both breathtaking hypocrisy and a fundamental lack of comprehension of Kentucky law. Beshear suggests that the Bevin administration should stop defending the Commonwealth in court against a judgment that, unless overturned, will cost Kentucky tens of millions of dollars not appropriated in the current budget.

  • Angels in disguise

    Even in the final scene, I am not at home.

    I am alone in a friend’s basement, pulling my graduation gown over my head. The game room is bright with lights as I stare into a wall of beer-themed mirrors, the contents of my makeup bag rolling across their pool table as I line my eyes with a kohl pencil.

    My friend’s dad walks in, surprised, and jokes, “Hey kiddo. You moving in?”

  • Keep your eyes on the road buddy!

    You see ads on TV all the time about safe driving.

    Over the last few years, I have met countless people that are not paying attention to their driving. How do I know this? They are on my side of the road!

    It happens too often. In fact it happened Friday afternoon.

  • Mother Nature is ready, are you?

    Well, we got plenty of rain. Here on the farm it was the good kind. Gentle, consistent rain allows for water to be soaked up, instead of running off. Thankfully, I had done a little fertilizing so the rains worked it into the soil and the plants have shot up.

    The winds were not so friendly. They beat the daylights out of some of my transplants. They’ll recover, but my one container tomato plant, that I over wintered, took a beating. The tomatoes are still hanging on though and I should be eating my first tomatoes this week.

  • Recipes to help wow your mother on her special day

    If you bet on the horses this past Saturday and I hope you won. I don’t recall the track ever being that muddy before.

    The upside is the sun came out on Sunday and I could work in my garden. My goal is always to have at least half in the ground by Derby. Mission accomplished.

    My 5-year-old has a raised bed garden that he planted and will water and watch. I think it’s important for him to understand where food comes from, how much work is involved, and how much better it tastes.

  • Do you complain about politics but still tune in to all bloviators?

    At a recent book club gathering, while discussing J.D. Vance’s bestselling Hillbilly Elegy, we fell to talking politics.

    Our fall came unexpected. Book club has always been sacrosanct, a space carved out once a month for literature, fun, good friends and conversation. For, let’s be honest, a night out with wine and cheese.

    That’s not to say we spend every minute of the night talking about the book we (were supposed to have) read. But politics? Politics have always been a big fat no.

    Until Hillbilly Elegy, where we could not avoid it.