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  • 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.

  • sanity to fireworks use

    Column as I see ’em …

    First a little house cleaning. For those who care, I’m still in the Buffalo area, caring for my mom. Her will to live is incredible, and I’m a better man for witnessing that.

    Thanks to the tech wizards at our corporate headquarters in Shelbyville, I’m just about fully functional from here and able to access the computer on my desk as if it where in front of me, hence me filing some copy this week from afar.

  • Are you remaining silent as evil and sin run rampant?

    I saw an interview this week with a man who owns an orchard and family farm near Lansing, Michigan.

  • Celebrate Memorial Day with these recipe ideas

    Make your Memorial Day memorable. This is always such a busy time of year with graduations, weddings and getting ready for summer vacations.

    Whether your hosting a party this weekend or going to one, these recipes are easy and fast to prepare and you’ll look like a star.

    Red, White and Blue Salad

    5 ounces package of baby kale

    1 pint strawberries, quartered

    1 6 ounce container blueberries

    1 5 ounce container crumbled feta

    1/4 cup salted roasted sunflower seeds

    1/4 cup buttermilk

  • Losing my mother, gaining a brother

    My mom’s dying, and I’ve been gone for a few weeks spending time with her before it happens.

    When that will be God knows; the rest of us are left to sit, wait and be thankful for the short time we have to be with her.

  • Fire blight symptoms visible

    Fire blight is the most important disease of apple and pear in Kentucky.

    Symptoms have begun to appear throughout the Commonwealth; however, initial infections occurred at bloom. The pathogen survives winter in dead, dying, and diseased wood and in cankers. Removal of these pathogen sources can reduce spread of fire blight and should be completed in late winter while the pathogen is dormant.

    Fire blight facts:

  • Hope — we all need it

    A week or so ago, I spoke at a fundraising event for the George Washington Carver Community Center in Crystal River, Florida, near where I live.

    The center is built on the footprint of the historic all-black George Washington Carver School.

    I spoke to them about hope.

    On Thursday, I also spoke about hope to some ladies at a local Presbyterian church.

    Hope is one of my favorite topics, if not my very favorite. Without hope, I would shrivel and die.

    I suspect you would, too.