It’s not long until Halloween; the night when ghouls, goblins, monsters and all manner of creepy creatures come out to play. Kids will trick or treat, spooky stories will be told and scary movies will be watched.
When I went recently to preach a marriage conference up north, the church I was with took half a day and hired a wonderful tour guide.
In 1985, I was just a young tyke, all of about 9 years old.
Time was political candidates didn’t spend all their money and energies telling us what a contemptuous scoundrel their opponent was.
These were the words spoken by a customer last week who had never been in a health food store before. She also did not know what GMO stood for, she thought it had something to do with gluten.
I’m in college, but I’m not the typical college student. I’ve gone back to law school after working for several years.
No matter how agitated I might get by the evening news, the daily curve balls of parenthood, or trying to find an exit point out of Highway 221, there are two things I can always rely on to put me in a calmer state: walking into a library or petting a dog.
Looking for reasons things happen to us is usually futile. I don't know why my camera strap broke, and my new camera fell to the ground.
For the past few weeks my friends and I have been stressing, planning and researching, all in the name of Halloween.
There is no doubt that access to outdoor recreation and the health of a community go hand in hand.