Dear Doctors: I'm a 44-year-old man, and I'm a bit overweight. I've been having trouble with what I thought was heartburn, but my doctor says it's actually something called GERD. How is that different from heartburn? She prescribed medication, but I wonder what else I can do that might help.
A review of children’s books by Eveleth Hill By Sara Swan Miller; illustrated by True Kelley This book is great for new chapter book readers, especially ones who have cats to cozy up with. Both the words and pictures capture the contrary, persnickety, independent nature of these animals.
His name was Peter. Early on in his life, he had been a member of the special forces of what was, then, the Soviet Union. When I met him, in the spring of 1993, he was pastor of a church in Dzhankoy, Crimea. The name of the church was Soldier of Peace. And the people of the congregation were all wonderful human beings.
Jesus tells us that we are to love our neighbors as ourselves, and when ask who is our neighbor He tells the story of the Good Samaritan in Luke 10: 30 35 who takes time to help a man who he did not know who had been beaten and robbed and left for dead alongside the road. We are to help one another with love and compassion much like the little boy and the farmer and his puppies.
Dear Coach. I drive a lot for my job. At the end of the day I can hardly stand up straight, I can tell that I am stiffer today than I was 10 years ago. What's up with that? What do I do to stop this downward trend? I don't like it at all.
(September 29, 2022) -- Picture a police officer stopping a car driven recklessly through your neighborhood by a person high on marijuana. Worse still, imagine that before the officer can stop him, the stoned driver crashes his car into someone you love, killing them.
If you have read this column for any length of time at all, you will know that I am one of those people who love to see autumn arrive. I love the chill in the morning air, the changing colors all through the forest, and the leaves blowing around before falling to the ground. I’m not sure why, but the fall of the year seems to have always been a magical time for me. I especially love fall here at Shiloh.
I was a passenger in a car, and we rear-ended the van in front of us at a yield sign. I got out to evaluate and mediate. My driver friend stayed in the car phoning their spouse (and insurance agent) to control their temper.
When I woke up in the wee hours of this morning (in the still very dark hours), I had a song running relentlessly through my brain. Mind you, this is not an unusual experience for me. This time was a little different, however, because of the song itself. Combined with the state the world is in these days, it struck me as odd that, seemingly out of nowhere, this particular song should find its way into my semi-sleepless night and then hang with me most of the day.
To the editor, If you’re from Saline County or if you’ve lived in the Marshall area a long time, you likely have heard about our wonderful Indian Foothills Park pool. Maybe even from your parents and grandparents. If you’re even more lucky, you have enjoyed the park and all its amenities. But if now you are an adult and are especially blessed — your parents, your siblings, and now your grown family members and hopefully your grandchildren look forward to and use and love our famed pool at Indian Foothills Park.