Within the first year of living in Virginia, my oldest son started participating in Southern Virginia University’s theater program. First it was Guys and Dolls. Then it was Seussical. And now that he is a theater student at Southern Virginia, Tennyson is involved in most of their productions. From cast and crew to sets and sound, he spends a lot of time around the stage. Just last fall, he was part of the ensemble of the University’s production of Hello, Dolly! and I went to every performance, often taking the rest of my children too. By closing night, my girls were walking around the house singing “Before the Parade Passes By” and “Hello, Dolly.”
January is my least favorite month. It’s typically cold and dark, and it feels like the longest month of the year. I’m already looking forward to longer days and warmer temperatures. Still, the start of a new year is a natural time to reevaluate ones life and personal improvement.
A friend recently forwarded an article highlighting eight foods to avoid. While maneuvering through our modern industrial food system can be a dizzying experience, the article below provides a good starting point. If 2014 includes a desire to eat healthier and avoid toxic ingredients, consider these simple changes to your diet. Moreover, experts from different fields explain why they avoid these foods. From farmer to toxicologist, their explanations are worth considering.
In the supermarket one day I overheard a customer talking to a store employee.
“Are these the only bell peppers you have?” she asked, pointing to some green and red peppers in the produce section, “These prices are too high. I’m going to Wal-Mart.”
I often hear people complain about the price of produce. I agree that eating fresh fruit and vegetables can get costly, especially if you’re feeding a family. But if more people tried growing or raising their own food, their perspective would likely alter.
1988 was a big year. I voted for the first time and Dukakis and Bush ran for president. Pan Am Flight 103 was blown up over Lockerbie, Scotland, killing 270 people. Libyans were believed responsible. And the Iran-Iraq War ended. It was also the year I graduated from high school.
When my 17-year-old son was a little boy, he ran around the house quoting Reverend Ford (Karl Malden) in Pollyanna, “Death comes unexpectedly!” Earlier this month, I received news from a friend that her husband had died. It was an aneurism. One minute they were camping. The next he was gone.
Earlier this month I returned to my childhood home in Lake Stevens, Washington, for a long overdue family reunion: it was postponed from the previous summer when my older brother underwent cancer treatment. All eight of my siblings and their spouses and children were there. That added up to 18 adults and 34 grandchildren. Add in the spouse of the oldest married grandchild plus my parents and we had 55 attendees—the entire family!
The overhaul began about five years ago, almost by accident. I had been feeling poorly and I didn’t like it. I began searching for answers, reading book after book and meeting with doctors and even alternative medicine practitioners. While my quest didn’t immediately translate to better health, I discovered a common message: “Health begins in the gut.” When I learned that half of the human immune system is in the intestines, food took on a whole new meaning for me.
Have you ever gardened by moonlight? This past week, I have found myself gardening in the dark more than once. As a homeschool mother, there are certain times of the year that my workload is especially heavy. In December, it’s the demands of the Christmas season on top of school that nearly put me under. In the spring, it’s the demands of the farm.
When the fertilizer plant in West, Texas exploded last week, my 13-year-old son looked at me puzzled, “Fertilizer exploding? That’s just not right.”
As I write, I’m soaking up some Florida sun, the Gulf of Mexico stretching out to the west. It’s 85 degrees and the grey of winter seems a lifetime away.
For the last few years, we’ve been fortunate enough to take a family vacation each February. By New Year, we are counting down the weeks. As February nears I dig through storage, cavalierly pushing aside boxes labeled Christmas. I stretch to reach another bin marked summer. The word alone warms me as I remove the lid and retrieve beach buckets, shovels and towels. Outside there are snow flurries. I return to my task, pulling the beach towels close, daring winter to stop me.
A friend recently commented on the prevalence of obesity in our society. He said that growing up he randomly saw fat people. Now it’s the norm. He’s right. In the past 30 years, adult obesity rates have doubled. While we might expect adults to put on extra weight as they age, it is childhood obesity that is hard to ignore. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report on their website that childhood obesity rates have more than tripled in the last 30 years. At this rate, by 2030 most Americans will be fat.
A few days ago Jeff gave a speech in Connecticut. When Jeff goes on the road for business, the kids and I usually stay home. Not this time. When he inquired about transportation, the person in charge said, “I’ll fly down and pick you up in my plane.” Since there’s room, Clancy, Maggie, Clara and I tag along. We don’t check bags with TSA or go through airport security, but simply meet our friend and pilot on the tarmac. Once aboard the Turbo-Prop, we help ourselves to the seats—there are four of them, not including the two seats in the cockpit.