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A Tale of Tapioca: Daddy’s Little Deception

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Miffed and mildly embarrassed, my high school senior, Jo, admitted one more time to friends at school that, as a little girl, her dad told her that tapioca was fish eggs.

Listening is more than just hearing

Thursday, November 11, 2004

“You often think that if you listen to what other people or situations require, you are being passive, even subordinate.

Pillow talk: In pursuit of bedded bliss

Thursday, November 11, 2004

I had no idea so much was riding on my mattress.
That is, until the down comforter on our bed sprang a leak.

Big GOP win: Tough ag fights ahead

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Just before midnight Nov. 2, the empty Guinness cans in my kitchen sink rattled.
Two (of the three; there would be more later) fell.

Foodservice giant: Save the farmers

Thursday, November 11, 2004

When Rick Schnieders was 10, his first job was bagging potatoes at his father’s small grocery store in Iowa.

The Sweet Air of Sesame Street

Thursday, November 4, 2004

Halfway through high school, I often came home to find my younger brother happily engrossed in the flashing, fast paced editing of the Sesame Street phenomenon.

We’re gonna need a big combine

Thursday, November 4, 2004

There is nothing quite so delightful as a child at play, imagination at full mast, evoking our own childhood past.

Daylight saved is daylight earned

Thursday, November 4, 2004

Ask any three adults you know, I’m talking even the brilliant, highly educated ones. The ones who can’t even match their shoes or tuck in their shirts, they are that smart.

Rabobank isn’t out for the count

Thursday, November 4, 2004

Just as the noisy presidential campaign reached its October crescendo, the biggest, most bitter issue in farm country – Rabobank’s bid to buy Omaha’s Farm Credit Services of America (FCSA) – skidded to a quiet end.

Renegade ATV riders just plain slobs

Thursday, November 4, 2004

Growing up, my sister Carol and I turned just about every corner of our parents’ 98 acres into our own personal playhouse.

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