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Columns

  • A view of Lawrenceburg through the curious eyes of a newcomer

    The most popular question people have asked me since I moved here—besides “Are you sure you’re 22?”— is “Where are you from?”
    Due to my nomadic past, I never know exactly what my answer should be.
    I’m like one of those hanging hydroponic tomato plants whose roots just sort of dangle there, never touching permanent soil.
    Sometimes I wish I had stronger roots to the places I lived.
    To make up for it, I try to surround myself with history of others.

  • No rest for gardeners planning for next year

    Well, it’s the end of another month and fall is sneaking in on us. I know each season has the same amount of months in it, but summer sure seems to go by quicker. Like a $20 bill, once you break it, it goes fast.
    Those of us who garden big time are pretty tired by now. Unfortunately, our work is not done, and motivation is tough to find. So, let me help.

  • A haunting in Lawrenceburg

    Ghosts haunt downtown Lawrenceburg.
    I’m not the only one who can see them.
    They’re empty, lingering shells of the lives they once led, cut short by a death that cannot be easily be explained or understood.
    In all the places I’ve lived, I’ve never seen restaurants open so hopefully and die so quickly.
    In my quest to find the answers to downtown’s problems, including the extreme lack of restaurants on Main Street, I thought to go directly to the source — the restaurant owner.

  • Consumers should be wary of greedy sharks

    I will get off the topic of religion this week.
    I have a different bone to pick with companies gouging consumers.
    Last year I installed gas logs to heat with propane to offset the unbelievably high electric costs I’m charged.
    I truly enjoyed the propane heat last year and filled my tank in the early fall to save some money.  The cost to fill 400 gallons was $1.69 per gallon, or roughly $700, last September.

  • Tackle your garden bounty with new recipes

    It occurred to me the other day that I haven’t thanked you all lately for reading this column so faithfully.  
    Your questions and comments are always wonderful and I really appreciate hearing them.  I know you don’t all live in Anderson County, but I got a question the other night all the way from Wisconsin and a comment from Texas a couple of weeks ago.   Now that is dedication, or maybe desperation.
    The most frequently asked question lately was what can I do with all this .... you fill in the vegetable.  

  • Opinion on mega churches is God’s, not man’s

    Two weeks ago I wrote a column encouraging readers to ponder how Christians locally and nationally spend a vast amount of the churches resources on buildings that are not prescribed in the New Testament.
    I furthermore pointed out the church is however commanded to spread the gospel and care for the poor.

  • Work continues on free community medical clinic

    A committee of community volunteers has been working steadily over past months on the establishment of a free community medical clinic for Anderson County. The project originated in 2009 within the Health and Nutrition Committee of the organization known as Anderson County Community of Promise. Community of Promise, which was organized in 2002, is made up entirely of volunteers who share the goal of identifying and addressing human needs within the community.

  • Don’t forget to save this year’s seeds for next

    Well, tomorrow brings the end of the Dog Days of August and as far as I know, no one melted.
    The dogs toughed it out by exploring the creek, regularly. Spanky couldn’t care less whether it’s hot or cold, as long as she’s outside. Tiller is all about just keeping an eye on me and finding shade wherever we go. Now, if I could just get them to drag the hoses around for me.

  • The land of misfit moments

    She seemed at ease with her cage, the barbed wire and tall fences surrounding the women’s prison.
    I felt relaxed, too.
    Maybe I should have been more nervous, sitting across from a convicted first-degree murderer.
    On that crisp November day, however, I was more worried about my frozen fingertips, hanging onto that scribbling pencil for dear life.
    It’s hard to translate someone’s life story burning in your ears when your numb hands refuse to cooperate.

  • It’s harvest time, so spray carefully

    It’s time to put the garden into high gear. I’m guessing the canners are jiggling and freezers are filling.
    Those of us living in the country may have noticed the increase in noise outside. The insects are so loud you almost want to shush them. That’s the sign that all the bugs are out. It’s happy hour in the garden. They know that it’s prime time for good eats.
    Your plants should be loaded by now and it’s a tough time to treat for pests. There are a variety of methods to protect your food.