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Columns

  • We may never know why Crouch was fired

    Column as I see ’em …

    The reaction to last week’s front page story about the firing of former Lawrenceburg police officer Clay Crouch was remarkable.

    The paper’s Facebook friends — and more than a few apparent enemies — piled on shortly after the story broke. Most were outraged that the city would fire such a popular officer. Others jumped for joy, including more than a few of whom I suspect were at some point on the receiving end of a pair of Crouch’s handcuffs.

  • Grow your way to better health

    Let’s hear it for a fountain of youth. Old gardeners never die, they just spade away.

    I have a pillow that has that saying, given to me by an anonymous friend years ago. I love that pillow. I also have a T-shirt that says “Hanging on by the seed of my plants.” Notice a theme here?

  • Fresh cucumbers to more than simply taste good

    For those of us wanting to eat healthier and change some eating habits, we do a lot of research. It can seem overwhelming and at times, we want to give up.

    My advice, and my approach has always been to pick one item or one subject and concentrate on that. If you wanted to fix the brakes on your car, you wouldn’t read a manual on the transmission.

  • Teri stays, and I hope you do, too

    Column as I see ’em …

    Has the addition of occasional guest columnist Teri Carter offended you?

    I ask because I’ve heard muted grumbling from some corners of our readership, and received a note from a longtime subscriber this week hinting that he is none too happy about me having Carter’s left-leaning viewpoints on this page.

  • Thanks to Trump, regulatory relief finally a reality for Kentucky

    From my first days representing Kentucky in the U.S. Senate, I pledged to fight back against the Obama administration’s war on Kentucky coal, which imposed suffocating regulations on our hardworking miners and their families.

    While we may have once used words such as “struggling” and “devastated” to report on the state of our coal industry, I think it’s time for a new outlook and description: “optimistic.”

  • Epsom salts are good for what ails you and your plants

    Longer, warmer days are seductive. They entice you to spend long hours toiling away at physical labor outdoors. They also remind you how much time you spent in the chair this winter. After a day on the farm, I feel all my muscles, a little too much. Enter the cure all Epsom salts.

    Epsom salts has a wide variety of uses and should be a staple in every gardener’s home. Here’s a little factoid for you. Epsom salts gets its name not from the mineral it contains but the location it comes from, Epsom, England.

  • Kick your Easter dinner up a notch this year

    What a glorious time of year this is. It is my favorite holiday and since moving to Kentucky, I don’t have to worry if it’s going to snow.

    Growing up, we always got together shortly after church on Easter Sunday. I’m sure a lot of you do, too. Brunch is our favorite because you can do so much more variety. There will always be the usual suspects; ham, green beans, casseroles, carrots and bread. I like to kick it up a notch and take the boring, traditional dishes and make them new.

  • Does your lifestyle honor God?

    Have you ever paused to consider Uzzah from the Old Testament?

  • Take steps to protect poultry from bird flu

    Recently a highly pathogenic strain of avian influenza, H7, appeared on a large poultry farm in Tennessee by way of migratory ducks and geese. Currently no birds in Kentucky are infected, however, all poultry producers should take precautions and stay aware.

    The H7 virus is a North American strain that is of wild lineage, meaning waterfowl could be a source of it. Since this is the season for waterfowl to migrate north in the Mississippi flyway, there will be an increased presence of migratory ducks and geese in Kentucky.

  • Holding out hope, no matter what

    On April Fool’s morning, I found myself in a crowd of 5,000 runners, struggling up and down the hills of Old Frankfort Pike, hoping my injured leg would hold up for the 13 miles of a half marathon I wasn’t ready to run.

    The day before the race, I was listening to an interview between Michael Barbaro of the New York Times, and Mark, a retired coal miner from Harlan.