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Columns

  • Elephant foot or donkey sandwiches, no way

    This year, Kentucky, as well as many other states, has been presented with what in past years has been a rare opportunity — to vote in a primary election.

    Kentucky’s primary is May 20.

    Often, candidates have been whittled away by this time, leaving the bluegrass feeling rather, well — blue.

    As the Republican Party, presidential nominee U.S. Sen. John McCain was chosen back in early March.

    Not so this year in the hand-to-hand combat fighting in which Democratic candidates U.S. Sen. Hillary Clinton and U.S. Sen. Barack Obama have been engaging.

  • Crazy cat ladies, I am not among your ranks

    My grandmother, who got married in the early 1930s, calls me an old maid. She says she must have swept under my feet a lot while I was growing up. Come on, Mamaw, I always reply. Times have changed. It’s no longer out of the ordinary for a 32-year-old woman to never have been married or had children.

  • Education spending, respect for law

    Your 2008 General Assembly adjourned late Tuesday night, April 15. Kentucky’s constitution requires that we conclude our business before the stroke of midnight on that date, but we took the extraordinary step of stopping the clocks in order to complete business. However, only God can stop the clock; our attempt to do so was irresponsible and displayed contempt for our constitution and the Rule of Law. You’ll remember that the House ignored the constitution during last year’s Special Session.

  • Can a Happy Meal squash the blues for life?

    Have you heard the parable of the Happy Meal? Author John Ortberg tells it in his book, “Love Beyond Reason.”

    Briefly, a little girl discovers the incredible bliss of Happy Meals and begs her parents to buy her one.

    She knew it was more than just “fries, McNuggets and a dinosaur stamp,” but happiness itself and she didn’t think she could live without it. She was convinced she had a little “McVacuum at the core of her soul” and her heart “would not find rest until it found rest in a Happy Meal.”

  • Stamps make their marks in history books

    I think we can learn some good things from noticing postage stamps.

    First, some background. Since 1960 when I began my life with this Sisters of Mercy community, I have devoted “a really big number” of hours sorting used postage stamps.

    Why? Our novice mistress had a hobby of collecting stamps, and in 48 years she developed a stellar collection. She also collects, sorts, washes, blotter-dries and sells stamps to stamp- collection businesses.

  • Trash and treasures, our earthly companions

    We’ve all heard the saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” Well I find this statement to hold very true sentiment. I am a sentimental person and that feeling has lent itself, along with perhaps a hereditary disposition, to my having great difficulty parting with things that have any shred of sentimental value to them.

  • Truck traffic loud, but likely necessary

    A letter in Wednesday’s Standard piqued my interest. Sam King, a “fairly new” resident of Bardstown, wrote:

    “We fell in love with Bardstown while searching for a new place to live. The charm of downtown is enticing, except for one thing. The calm of the serene setting is constantly broken by the sounds of semi-trucks coming through the center of town.

    “The noise pollution from these monsters and the chattering of motorcycles interferes with an otherwise charming setting.”

    I don’t know Sam, but he is speaking my language.

  • Not glamorous, but it's good work if you can get it

    It’s not the glamour it may be rumored to be, but covering a golf major is what we do every day — work. Just a little different kind of work.

    Can you ever get that far away from that four-letter word?

    A semi-weekly newspaper from Kentucky won’t turn many heads in the media center at the Masters, but when J.B. qualified in February, I had nothing to lose by asking.

  • Seeing through others' eyes can inform the heart

    I have heard it said often enough that what I see depends on where I am standing.

    It also depends on through whose eyes am I trying to see life.

    As I get older, it gets easier to see things through the eyes of older people. Thinking about the experiences of older people is very sensitizing about all I have taken for granted all these decades, for just one thing.

    As one who spends quality time planning ahead, it takes more intention for me to see things through the eyes of our precious young people.

  • Spring's arrival signals another stage of life

    It became apparent to me as I rolled over Monday morning to hit snooze on my alarm clock for the fourth time that I needed a weekend to recover from my weekend.

    With a “whop-click,” my right hand landed on the alarm and slid the knob to the off position and I laid there a moment asking myself, “Why?”