• Sometimes our biggest hungers aren't for food

    Last November someone wrote me a letter — no return address, no signature. I’ve been holding on to it all year, reading it every so often.

    It’s a heartbreaking letter and I hadn’t known how to respond to it. I’m not sure I do now, but I feel compelled to tell this woman’s story. Maybe by sharing it the letter writer will find some peace or happiness or whatever it is that she needs most.

  • Thanksgiving memories are meant to share

    How accurate the story all of us learned in school about the Pilgrims and Native Americans is, I cannot be certain because I was not there and neither was anyone I know. But as far as I do know Thanksgiving is a holiday that began as a celebration of two cultures sharing their resources. Throughout the years the tradition of sharing a meal and giving thanks for all that we have received during years past has remained. What a wonderful lesson for us all to take part in each year. To stop and remember to be thankful for the food we eat and the air we breathe.

  • Finding the right words doesn't always come easy

    It’s been 11 weeks since I became a mom and still I can’t find the words to describe it.

    Daughter. Family. Mama. Daddy. These are the four that frequent my vocabulary most, now. Still so new, still sweet tasting, still a little surprising. I love these words. They come often and linger.

    But parenthood, or rather, the words to describe it seem less willing to surface.

  • Nonviolence can build peace in a violent world

    Veterans Day included the fifth annual Nelson County Interfaith Service.

    This year’s theme was “Peace and Justice As Seen Through the World’s Great Religions.”

    Persons from 10 faith communities gathered with a couple hundred of us to mull on the fundamental connection between peace and justice. I found it very inspiring and I learned more about the teachings and aspirations of other faith traditions.

  • Clinton does rhyme with front-runner

    “That’s an excellent question” normally doesn’t make the list of utterances that can get a candidate in trouble on the campaign trail. But this presidential campaign isn’t what anyone would call normal.

    John McCain gave that anodyne response Monday at a “town hall” event in South Carolina when an elegant woman, of patrician bearing, posed this question about a possible Democratic nominee: “How do we beat the [expletive]?”

  • Will casino gaming prove to be big for Kentucky?

    Marooned in Iowa for the week, amid fields of cornstalks and beef cattle, the hot topic of the week is the weather. Surprised? When is the weather not a main topic of discussion in Iowa

  • Catfight breaks out when two cat worlds meet

    I looked up from my comfy, warm spot on the love seat at just the right time to see a cat paw sticking out from one of the slats in my blinds at my living room window.

    The sound that made me glance away from the television program was a hard thud on my window. Two thuds — one from the inside and one from the outside — came simultaneously concealing themselves in one loud noise.

    It was enough to make me pay attention and enough to wake my dog from his evening slumber as he dozed by my feet beside the love seat.

  • Think locally - we can make a difference

    One Supreme Court justice, 1,500 lawyers and a disgraced former prime minister out of a population of nearly 150 million people hardly constitute great opposition to President Pervez Musharraf, who had declared a state of emergency in Pakistan.

    For Americans to prattle about a “return” to democracy is silly and hypocritical. Musharraf was a dictator when we asked for his help after 9/11, has been a dictator ever since, and very likely will remain a dictator unless some assassin gets lucky.

  • Holiday season should not be so materialistic

    The Christmas holiday season is still weeks away, more than a month even. Although there are still many weeks in which I might have the opportunity to discuss this topic I feel that as the holidays have already been pushed out into the open for the earliest possible public consumption, its prompt address is unavoidable.

  • Sometimes you want to shave your legs, not wait

    My soul was in anguish. I knew exactly how King David felt when he wrote his laments, wondering how long he had to wait for God to answer his prayers.

    I was 11 years old and I had been waiting my entire life to shave my legs. However, my mom said I needed to wait, but what do moms know? I had a forest growing on my lower limbs that needed razing — right then.