Opinion

God and Jesus will provide whatever is needed for the people who spend eternity in the new heaven and new earth. Rev. 22:1-5  “And he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb. In the middle of the street and on either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, and yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing (or health) of the nations.

One childhood Christmas memory is receiving a shiny red plastic doctor’s kit. I went from family member to family member looking inside their mouths while they played along with my fantasy career.

I’m beginning to think that we are humoring a group of lawmakers who have no more qualifications to make a diagnosis than I did.

In their fantasy careers, lawmakers believe they should go over the heads of experts to tell the public what’s best for their health care.

I’m more than a little concerned.

Like myself, I’m sure many people were the recipients of electronic gadgets and gizmos this Christmas.

In fact, no one will probably read this column because we’re all still trying to figure out how to work the darn things.

My niece had to show me how to open the laptop I received for my birthday and Christmas.

She let me struggle for a couple minutes.

“Kate, you open it from the other side,” Emma patiently said.

She’s 10 years old.

“Great, I’ve become my mother,” I thought in my head.

One day last week, as I drove back to the newsroom after doing an interview, the message on the spare tire cover on the black Jeep in front of me caught my attention:

Life is good.

I had just come from one of my favorite places, the Key Training Center. A longtime resident had spent an entire year buying toys for the U.S. Marine Corps Toys for Tots program and she was bursting with joy.

When I met my husband, he drove a totally hot car, a brand-new 1973 Mercury Comet GT, white with burnt orange pinstripes and burnt orange interior.

And it had a manual transmission.

Because we were young and newly in love and Barry had miles of patience, he attempted to teach me to drive it. It helped that we lived in Northern Maine where there wasn’t much to crash into except snow banks and caribou.

"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." -Voltaire, 18th Century French philosopher

And, so it is with letters to the editor.

I don’t always agree with opinions that readers want to express in our Mailbag section. In fact, sometimes I even huff and mumble when I read them.

Newspapers stand for freedoms of speech and expression. How can we defend those freedoms then turn around and censor letters just because we don’t agree with them?

Cynthiana never looked so beautiful.

I’ve seen Cynthiana from the air before. I’ve been in the passenger seat of small planes that took off and landed at our own airstrip with the capable pilots of first, Reed Anderson many years ago, then Doug Coy, and Jim Wornall. I’ve also flown with Richard Colvin from the Pendleton County airport.

But nothing had prepared me for breathtaking  sights to be seen from the backseat of an ultralight.

Since the middle of August, The Cynthiana Democrat has published four articles and five letters to the editor regarding the proposed zone change at the Business Park.

By now, readers are aware that United Propane Gas asked for the zone change in the corner lot of the industrial park, which neighbors Connersville Pike.

The proposed request asked that the lot be rezoned ‘heavy industrial’ to allow for the storage of propane gas.

It’s before Thanksgiving, I know.

I’m reluctant to even admit this, but I must confess... I have already started listening to Christmas music.

Gasp.

This weekend, while traveling on the Bluegrass Parkway to Bowling Green, Ky., I became extremely tired of driving.

The Bluegrass Parkway has this effect on many. Stretching from Lexington to Elizabethtown, the journey is half of the three-hour trek I make many weekends to see my fiancé Andrew.