I hadn’t done either for quite a number of years — but once I got in the groove it felt instinctual.
The big, bold, red letters stood out against the white wall, proclaiming: “Not Yet.”
I asked a couple of my favorite Johnson County mothers two simple questions: What is some of the best advice you ever received, and what legacy do you hope to leave your children or what legacy from your own mother are you trying to pass down?”
The trip on an African safari was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see some of the world’s most majestic animals up close.
It was C day in kindergarten recently. C being for career, kids came dressed as the career they wanted to have when they grew up.
The spacious dirt patch, taking up a significant chunk of the southside Indianapolis backyard, has been weeded, planted, tended to and cared for since the 1970s.
Last weekend one of the hardest working young men in Johnson County came over to lend his Auntie a hand on the ranch. I forgot how fun working can be when we both headed outside after taking a water break and my nephew yelled out, “Beat you!” as he ran downstairs out one door as I raced out another and down the steps to our meeting area.
All of it started to avoid cutting the grass.
Franklin College will present its final production of the academic year this weekend, when students stage “The Submission,” a play by Jeff Talbott.
The vocabulary intended to soften the blows of blistering inflation is a testimony to creativity. Economists keep talking about consumers experiencing shrinkflation. They don’t mean consumers are shrinking (although you do look amazingly trim); they mean the products we buy are shrinking, but the prices are not.