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Columns

  • My Living Will – Being Thankful

    Over the last month I have seen and heard more Christmas commercials than ever and we haven’t even gotten to Thanksgiving.

     Thanksgiving has become the forgotten holiday which is sadly all too common in America.  For a land blessed with such an amazing bounty we sure do have a lot of whining, moaning and complaining about the lack of stuff and that is just under my own roof.  Have you decided to give a living will of thankfulness to your family and friends?  What keeps you from being more thankful?

  • Shopping small and local makes $ense

    There are a couple of friends on my Christmas list that are virtually impossible to shop for. Maybe you have a few of those names on your list.

    They have everything they need and most everything they want. These are also the people who have made it abundantly clear that they dislike gift cards, as they require “no thoughtfulness” on the part of the purchaser.

    And the year I attempted to hand make all my Christmas gifts was not received especially well by these particular folks who probably donated those rather amateurish craft items to charity.

  • Chasing perfection isn't a goal attainable in real life

    As I prepared to write this article, I went to my designated writing spot, our enclosed front porch with the comfy furniture.  I want to sit there in the bright light of day and write while I sip hot tea.  It sounds idyllic, but the reality is a slight modification from your mental image of this scenario.

  • Think of Thanksgiving as doing, not giving

    I know fundraisers who send Thanksgiving cards instead of Christmas or Holiday cards.  Each year around Thanksgiving time, they think back over the past year, pick out the people who have been especially good to them and mail them a thank-you note.

    They do this thinking and then they do their thanking.  In so doing, they relive the fact that in our language the word “thank” comes from the word “think.”  Experience verifies that the thankful person is the thoughtful person.

  • Welcome to a new Era at your newspaper

    It’s a new Era.

    You’re likely to hear that a lot over the coming weeks. Maybe you’ve heard it before. But the fact remains that The Oldham Era of the last few years is no more.

    Rest assured, this is a good thing.

    As you may or may not know, The Oldham Era has gone through a wealth of changes in the last year, most of which were out of this newspaper’s and its staff’s hands. Those formidable changes are behind us as a newspaper and you as a community.

  • CAN’T WE ALL JUST NOT GET ALONG?

    I recently had the opportunity to attend a meeting of the Oldham County Fiscal Court.  I have lived in Oldham County for 37 years, yet this was the first meeting I was able to attend.  These meetings are currently held at 2 p.m. on the first and third Tuesdays of the month, but fortunately for the past 37 years, I have had a job. 

  • YOUR GREATEST ASSIGNMENT

    Loving yourself is your greatest assignment in life.  At the end of the day, it’s not about them, it’s about you believing you’re worthy of being loved and seen for who you really are.

    Loving yourself is a quiet thing.  You don’t need blaring trumpets or a billboard to announce it to the world.  Instead, when you’ve learned how to love yourself, you will feel the quiet inward turning of your consciousness toward you, to your value, to the unrepeatable beauty that you are. 

  • The Auntie Blessing

    When life gets too busy, our peripheral relationships often fall to the wayside.  Acquaintances go first and then friends who aren’t part of everyday life.  After that, family relationships begin to suffer: cousins, sisters-in-law and eventually uncles and aunts.  Sadly, we don’t always have time to spend cultivating these relationships, so they begin to fade. 

  • How can I live life with passion?

    In a devotional recorded in A Fifth Portion of Chicken Soup for the Soul (© 1998), an encounter at the airport is shared by Michael Hargrave.  He tells of a man who is met by his family after his flight. 

    He hugs and kisses each as if he has been gone a long time, but with great passion he gives his wife the longest kiss Mr. Hargrave had ever witnessed, and then stares longingly into her eyes and then mouths the words, “I love you.”

  • New reporter joins Oldham Era

    If I had a dollar for every time I have heard that print journalism is dead, then paying my rent would be much easier.

    As a young person who chose to get a degree in photojournalism I’ve been called everything from brave to silly. However, after spending time with a few community newspapers I have gleefully discovered that people still want ink-stained fingers to accompany their coffee.