Our Clothes Racks Are Full Like Our Heads
Carol and I were pricing clothes at the consignment shop where I work part time. Carol, my supervisor/boss, manages the Next to New Shop in the basement level of the Columbiana Women's Club.
Better pay attention to farm bill issues
The upcoming debate over the next U.S. farm bill has a lot of people trying to figure out what has worked in present and previous farm bills and what changes should be made for the future.
Talk is cheap and soon corn won’t be
Even before the ink had dried on last week's column - a detailed report that, at least to me, made an ironclad case not to raid the Conservation Reserve Program to fuel the anticipated ethanol boom - members of the House Agriculture Committee were listening to testimony that urged a raid on the program to fuel the ethanol boom.
Agriculture as science
I have often thought the study of science ought to be fun. Mostly, the subject of science in the classroom feels, to the majority of students, like drudgery and boring recitation of facts.
Artisan cheese workshop adds value
Throughout Ohio there has been a great deal of discussion about increasing profits for local dairy farms.
The future: Food, fuel, feed or price
Drop a pebble in the ag policy pond and the resulting ripples seem to rush over many farmers' self-interest.
September: More blessings every day
While it is true that every day is filled with blessings, there is something about September that leads me to believe that there are more blessings in every single day of this certain month than we can count on our two hands.
Holiday in the ‘great’ outdoors
Let me state, for the record, what has long been suspected and recently proven: I am not a trooper. Trooper.
Check Out My Check Boxes
I meant to grab a refill for my checkbook and was sorry to find an empty check box. I don't remember taking out the last set of checks and don't remember any order form that should have been sent in.
Thistles Again
Beautiful trills of birdsong drifted through the bathroom window. As I raised the mini-blind halfway, I expected to see, somewhere, a goldfinch.
