Tired of giving?

By Lynette Sowell   More and more, we hear about people needing a financial hand with something, for various reasons. Unemployment, cancer or other sickness, fire or flood, you name it. With the world ever-expanding via the digital world, you can find someone asking for a handout at every turn.

Volunteer football officiating

By Willis Webb   Once — JUST once — I was “volunteered” to officiate a junior high school football game. Thank the good Lord I was spared that indignity ever again, but I couldn’t refuse that time.

Better than chocolate

By Renae Brumbaugh   Trick-or-treating was interesting last year. Having just finished up a season of performing in “The Promise,” a musical presentation of the life of Christ, I saw all the costumes in a totally different light.

Triviality of the Ferguson protests

By Rich Lowry   It wasn’t so long ago that Ferguson, MO., was supposed to be an American morality tale of racism, the militarization of police and all manner of other evil. For a few weeks in August, the attention of the national media focused on the suburb of St.

Does one voice really count

By Lynette Sowell   Finally, election day is almost here! I’m so glad. I think I’ll be even gladder once it’s over. Sort of like a root canal. I’m tired of hearing the truths, untruths, the twisted truths from both sides of the aisle. Quite frankly, it’s been hard to know which is which.

Is love limited?

By Willis Webb   Somewhere I read that there are six people in your lifetime in this world that you can truly be in love with. Can that be true? I’ve never professed to be an expert on women and I certainly would never begin to make decisions or predictions in their behalf.

Wildlife Refuge

By Renae Brumbaugh   I have decided to open a wildlife refuge in my home. Maybe even charge admission, and make it a tourist attraction. After all, the critters seem to have adopted my house as their own. Perhaps it’s the heat or the drought bringing them to my doorstep.

A War for Show

By Rich Lowry   Compared with President Barack Obama, even Jimmy Carter is John Mc- Cain.

The grammar police

By Lynette Sowell   I am a cardcarrying member of the Grammar Police. I can’t help it. I don’t know when it first happened. Way back in school, I was one of those kids who knew how to spell, and somehow along the way I picked up how to use words correctly (for the most part).

Membership in the ‘Old Coots’ is distinct honor

By Willis Webb   There are a number of advantages to growing older. One, of course, is that you are indeed growing older. And, as I always say: “Beats the heck out of the alternative.