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We’re not sure why administrators at Highland Community College remain largely silent on allegations of racial discrimination within some of its athletic programs.
There seems to be some confusion when it comes to the protests of NFL players during the national anthem before games.
A lack of respect for your fellow man is becoming a larger problem.
A long break is over and I’m ready to get back on the sports beat.
Summer is here! The kids completed their last day of school and have officially reported for summer duty as farm kids. During a recent breakfast conversation, my family sat down to identify some goals for this summer. The kids want to bake cupcakes, ride their bikes, go fishing and visit som…
The uncertainty of tomorrow is one of the biggest sources of financial stress and anxiety for couples during the COVID-10 pandemic. Megan McCoy, Kansas State University professor of practice in personal financial planning, wants to help with a new financial therapy digital tool called MoneyT…
We continue to learn more about the protective role that regular physical activity plays in prevention and management of almost all chronic diseases, including cancer.
Many Christian denominations observe specific seasons throughout the year, such as Lent, Advent, Easter and Christmas, with Easter and Christmas being whole seasons of related feasts, not just a single day celebration. The rest of the year is called “ordinary time.” With the feast of Penteco…
Dollar General has become a ubiquitous feature of America’s small towns. The discount retailer is opening about 1,000 stores per year, with more than 16,000 spread across the country.
Thirteen men have served their country as the President of the United States since 1943.
I met with Patty Boldridge Wednesday afternoon to snap a real quick picture and talk about Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall.
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do as a journalist was report the plane crash on Sunday, July 16, that claimed the life of Atchison resident Bethany Root.
If you told eighth-grade Zach that he’d be signed up to run a half marathon in 2017, he’d laugh right in your face. And yet, here he is, however many years later, earnestly preparing for a 13.1-mile race.
I’ve lived the last year of my life convinced that I was maliciously lied to by a stranger who I met on a trail in the river bluffs last New Year’s Day. Some of you might remember that story: It was almost dark on New Year’s Day 2016 when I convinced myself I was lost on some rogue trail in …
Except for the snow and low position of the mercury, I seem to be rebounding from my recent broken arm and split head. Unless you count my run-in with the washer last weekend.
If you’re a reader of this column, you know it hasn’t been printed for several weeks. I’m sorry about that. Reason is, I took a short trip.
Strange and wonderful moments I remember during my long and somewhat colorful life:
Now that they’re getting older, my great grandchildren are actually listening to me.
Life as we know it has basically changed. I have begun keeping my door locked, fearful of allowing anyone in unless I can ID them through the peephole. Then only if I know them, and even if they are wearing a mask, like the Schwan’s man, even with a mask, I can recognize my family.
When does parenting get easier? Just when I exhale and stop worrying about one child, another one is waiting in the wings to surprise me with something.
Depending on whom you talk to in my family, any one of them would say I like our house in order at all times. I can get a bit obsessed with this. I don’t like clutter, which I define as anything left out that is currently not being used.
There are several remote controls in our house. We even have the kind that is supposed to be “universal,” so essentially we would only need one. That isn’t the case. They all seem to only have one function no matter how we program them.
I had to psych myself up to get back in the car this summer for another road trip. It goes without saying that children in a car for any extended period of time results in crankiness, hunger and boredom. Ever since the size of my family grew, we began to drive everywhere. After we had our fi…
Gathering around the dinner table to share a meal and conversation with my family is one my favorite things we do together. With children ranging in age from 8 years old to 20 years old, the range of topics is wide and sometimes changes quickly.
Being a farmer’s daughter all my life, there is one thing that holds constant agriculture production is a like a game of chance.
If I’ve heard some adages of wisdom once, I estimate I’ve heard them numerous times throughout my lifetime before I ever sat down to write a column.
The very weird weather patterns this year have adversely affected our outdoor areas along our little sliver of pie-shaped green space at our house.
Throughout my 60-plus years of living my life experiences have taught me a lot. Like most people I’ve had my shares of joys and heartaches.
Eighty years ago, Amelia Earhart came to town, and to many area people it was a very big deal. I will even venture to say some residents might even remember the day they saw Amelia Earhart in person.
Except for the snow and low position of the mercury, I seem to be rebounding from my recent broken arm and split head. Unless you count my run-in with the washer last weekend.
If you’re a reader of this column, you know it hasn’t been printed for several weeks. I’m sorry about that. Reason is, I took a short trip.
Strange and wonderful moments I remember during my long and somewhat colorful life:
Now that they’re getting older, my great grandchildren are actually listening to me.
Life as we know it has basically changed. I have begun keeping my door locked, fearful of allowing anyone in unless I can ID them through the peephole. Then only if I know them, and even if they are wearing a mask, like the Schwan’s man, even with a mask, I can recognize my family.
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