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Columns

  • GINGER: And God said, ‘It’s not about you’

    In all the years we’ve been traveling to Central America, only once have I had to go to a hospital.
    Our daughter had developed an unusual rash on her arms and I needed to make sure that it wasn’t serious.
    We wouldn’t be back in the states for another month, so I warily proceeded to the local emergency room.
     It was dismal, to say the least. It was similar to what I imagine U.S. hospitals were like in the 1930s, only not so clean. The sounds reminded me of old, scary movies set in asylums.

  • BOB MUELLER: Lead by empowering others

    It’s probably easier to herd fish in the open ocean than to lead people effectively. This is proven by the mountain of books on successful management techniques and the popularity of leadership seminars.
    I don’t agree with modern advisors that people need to be managed or controlled. Do people really need to be managed? Who on earth wants to be managed? How many people want to work like a chicken in a coop that will be turned into a stewing fowl if it fails to lay an egg a day?

  • BOB MUELLER: Open your mind

    Native Kentuckian Abraham Lincoln has always been my favorite president. I have read countless books and articles about his universal empathy. Lincoln demonstrated time and time again “a singular ability to transcend personal vendetta, humiliation or bitterness.”
    Emulating Lincoln’s magnanimous empathy is not easy. The key to developing the same open-mindedness in ourselves is to start small.
    If people make you angry, instead of immediately spouting off, put yourself in their shoes.
    Why are they behaving the way they are?

  • PUBLISHER: Great communities are informed communities

    The older we get, the more we realize the importance of our parents’ influence upon us. Growing up, a normal evening at the Cotten household included supper at the kitchen table with mom and dad, followed by time to relax.
    At the time, I did not know the repetition of a normal evening would play an important role in a life observation at 46.
    The observation is one of my dad after supper, pulling the arm of his recliner with a squeak and spring locking out the footrest. In his hands would be our local newspaper with a cup of coffee on the end table next to him.

  • GINGER: Electronics have a short life span around our house

    Electronics have a fairly short life span around our house. Just yesterday, I washed an iPod with a load of laundry.

    I heard a clunking sound, so I stopped the washer and tried to sort through the wet laundry. There were two blankets, heavy with water. I figured maybe the clunk was the edge of one slapping around.

    Later, as I was transferring to the dryer, I spotted the iPod. My jaw dropped in surprise, and I quickly devised a plan.

  • MUELLER: Positive energy attracts success

    I recently picked up a copy of the University of Louisville School of Medicine’s geriatrics calendar celebrating the core values of amazing seniors.
    In it, 80-year-old Mary Jane Mullins said: “Accept life on life’s terms; bear its sorrow with patience and savor its joys; love others and yourself; grow spiritually. It’s NOT what you believe, but what you DO that counts!”
    And I loved the whimsical comments from 80-year-old Edward D. Triner who said, “I strive, not for perfection, for anything worth doing is worth doing poorly.

  • GINGER: I’d be better off in Australia

    Like Alexander in, “The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day,” there are times when I think I’d be better off living in Australia.
    For example, take last Wednesday. (Please!) In order to get a jumpstart on my to-do list, I set the alarm for 6:40 a.m.
    At 5:40, the child who is typically impossible to drag out of bed before noon made a surprise appearance. She nestled her head into my armpit, her knee into my stomach and fell back to sleep.

  • GINGER: Listen to me, 17-year-old me

    I recently read a letter that someone had written to their 17-year-old self. Mostly, she was admonishing herself to enjoy being with her mom and to stop rolling her eyes so much.
    I thought it would be an interesting exercise to write a letter to my 17-year-old self. Not that it will do much good, a quarter of a century later, but I’d like to see where it goes.
     Dear me,
     I hardly recognize you! I don’t remember joining the circus. You might want to stop using such a heavy hand when applying your blusher and eye shadow.

  • Weighing in on New Year’s resolutions

    Like a fool, I woke up the day after Christmas and immediately got on the scales.
    I was still suffering from a cheese potato and red velvet cake hangover, and decided I should know how much weight I gained over the holidays.
    This way I can accurately gauge how many pounds I need to lose in 2012. I managed to hit 180, topping last year’s high by 15 pounds. If I continue to “lose” at this rate I should be somewhere near 200 by next Christmas.

  • GINGER: Power outage builds birthday memories

    Last night our family spent a few, quality hours together sitting in the dark. I’m not sure what caused our power outage, but it appeared to be a multi-county problem.

    We were just finishing up our son’s fourth birthday party when the lights flickered, and then it was dark.

    I don’t worry too much during outages because our local rural electric membership cooperative always does a great job of having power restored as quickly as possible.

    This time, I was actually kind of excited.