Wednesday, June 29, 2016

America's food industry, like the nation's church leaders, spent much of May wringing its hands over, by all accounts, pieces of poorly written, poorly acted fiction.

My Sunday paper's weekend magazine says, "Cancel your plans, unplug the phone and rev up that Tivo." The month of May has become the big finale season for TV entertainment.

When the weather breaks (hopefully as this article is written) literally tons of hay will go down across Ohio.

It has been an incredibly sad week for horse lovers and horse-race enthusiasts, as the Kentucky Derby winner and legend-in-the-making Barbaro left the Preakness Stakes in an equine ambulance.

When biofuel promoters begin to extol the virtues of ethanol, it's sometimes difficult to determine if their excitement is powered by corn-based fuel or corn-based liquor.

I was kicking around the idea of writing about all the questionable things our parents did to and with us as children and calling together a support group of sorts.

As May unfolds and Mother's Day was celebrated once again, I found myself thinking just what it means to be a mom.

On May 8, Secretary of Agriculture Mike Johanns took the Bush administration's first formal step toward the 2007 farm bill.

Remember when high school prom was just a sweet little rite of passage? This, of course, was back before parents as a whole just went ahead and lost their minds.

We were talking about school policies. Kathie described to me a school assembly about bullying with an impatient resentment.
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