Growing Greenup Handcrafted Weekend Part 2 of 3 Anne Stephens If you are a weekly reader of this column, you know that last week started a three-part series about the Handcrafted Weekend event at Greenbo Lake State Resort Park, sponsored by the Greenup County Tourism Commission and organized by the Community Arts program at the Greenup County Extension Service. This week, we will focus on some of the demonstrations and hands-on activities that you’ll find at the lodge on A

I Hope You Dance Loren Hardin                    Shirley was in her seventies when she enrolled in our outpatient hospice services with terminal cancer. Shirley married at age fifteen and explained, "I got pregnant and then I got married, but I think you’re supposed to do it the other way around." Shirley reminisced about how she and her deceased husband, used to love to dance: "My husband had to have a few beers before he would dance, but I didn’t need anything. I just loved

Ships That Don’t Come In Loren Hardin          How can I describe Cinda without it sounding like exaggeration? Cinda was tough-minded, determined, untamed, resilient, and downright ferocious at time. But on the flipside, Cinda was passionate, honest, empathetic, and generous.       Cinda had type 1 diabetes, also known as juvenile onset diabetes. Cinda was diagnosed before the advancements in diabetic treatment, before insulin pumps with continuous monitoring and insulin dosi

Justice Lora Parsons The Ashland Beacon   I’ve been thinking lately about the word “justice” and how much it sounds like our two words “just us.”  I also have thought a lot about how we as humans long for that when things go wrong. When crimes are committed, we want justice. Sometimes we talk about it in terms of wanting justice for the victim, but at other times we talk about it in terms of wanting justice for the perpetrator. That’s odd that it’s possible to want one thing