Columns

By Ginger Lumpkin

I love ranch dressing. In fact, I love it so much that I have been known to travel with it when I’m leaving the country for an extended period of time.  

I have always been of the mind that children are best raised on the rolling hills of the countryside, singing and dancing their way to the barn each morning, happily milking cows and tending to their daily chores, with only their siblings for companionship.  

 There’s a Spanish story of a father and son who had become estranged. The son ran away, and the father set off to find him. 

By Ginger Lumpkin

Exactly a year ago, I filed a petition to dissolve my 24-year marriage.  That’s what the form read across the top, “Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.” The wording seemed kinder and gentler somehow than the word “divorce,” but it still hurt a great deal.