Farm bill is a wobbly effort at best
When longtime Texas congressman "Cotton" Charlie Stenholm got bushwhacked for re-election by colleague Tom DeLay's infamous Texas redistricting plan in 2004, most ag policy hands lamented that much of the House Agriculture Committee's farm bill experience went down with him.
Good life takes hard work done well
How does one define a life well lived? There are many people who would base this answer on the amount of money one has in the bank, or the vehicles parked in the garage or the number of vacations a fellow can afford in a year.
Charged on Chocolate
Though humans have been enjoying chocolate en masse for a relatively short time, the cacao bean has been around for centuries.
Labor: You’ll get what you pay for
Payday! Who doesn't get a good feeling knowing that a paycheck or direct deposit awaits them in an envelope or in the bank as a result of their work? I cut paychecks for our dairy's part-time employees every other Thursday night.
Millions of reasons for lobbying reform
By Capitol Hill standards, $95.5 million is chicken feed; but even chicken feed has a purpose: fatter broilers, happier hens, more eggs.
Snowy days on saucers and sleds
My recent column about snow days prompted a few comments from friends and readers, almost all saying snow days were meant for sledding.
Winter’s discontent leads to disaster
This is not the column I intended to write today. This column should be titled, For Women Only. There are so many "to dos" on my list of columns to write, but an abrupt change in my life has put them on hold for another time.
Hindsight is 20/20, a good 20 years later
I have never been terribly good at punctuality. I'm generally late for just about everything. Granted, I was born early, but that may, in fact, be the very last time I was even remotely on time.
Almost ready to face the double digits
Having two children less than two years apart teaches a person a lot about parenting. The problem is that the "students" will be too bone tired for the first six years to remember a single bit of it.
Where are our manners?
I presided for the first time at a Women's Club meeting and a few of the girls (I'll call us girls even though we're all over 50) had to leave early.
