• Neighborly ways don't include bulldozer traffic

    Will there be fences in heaven?

    That’s another way of asking, will your bothersome neighbor’s heavenly mansion be next to yours?

    Before you petition heaven’s city council for a privacy fence or request that your bad neighbor be confined to the eternal promised land’s back forty, make sure you yourself aren’t unwittingly the neighbor from hell who somehow slipped under the pearly gates unnoticed while St. Peter was distracted by a game of heavenly baseball.

  • Our precious loss: Moved again to tears by memories of the bus crash

    After midnight, a ringing phone never delivers good news.

    On the other end was first word about a traffic crash some 90 miles from home. It was a bus from Hardin County and it was ablaze. Despite almost no information, something in the shaky voice of that alarmed caller made the immensity of the tragedy clear.

    My next phone calls that Sunday morning awoke reporters and photographers. A team was dispatched to Carrollton. The most intensive work week of my professional life began.

    Over the next three days, I slept three hours and cried four times.

  • The wrong medicine for Kentucky’s Medicaid malady

    More than 324 years after architect Sir Christopher Wren constructed fake pillars at Windsor Town Hall near London to satisfy building inspectors, tourists remain fascinated with the good-for-nothing posts.

    The story goes that in 1689, local inspectors warned that the town hall would crumble without additional support. Rather than fight City Hall, Wren, England’s greatest architect – who disagreed with the inspectors – fooled them by building four pillars that offered the illusion of more support but which did not even reach the ceiling.

  • Recognizing those who provide care

    How fitting it is the beginning of National Nursing Home Week is Mother’s Day, May 12. What an opportunity to remember our most cherished loved ones. Mother’s Day is one of the busiest and most exciting days of the year for nursing homes. It is a day when family members make a point to visit, share memories and appreciate the people who have impacted their lives.

    I am proud of our Kentucky facilities as they prepare to make sure residents enjoy every moment with their families on this special day.

  • Remember what Mom said and her silence

    Growing up, my mother was like a lighthouse to me: Her light was always on, a beacon guiding me through the daily adventures and the bumps and bruises of childhood and adolescence. At the end of the day, she was always there, welcoming me to the safe harbor that was my home.

    Years later, when I left for other places and the home lights were but a distant flicker, I would remind myself of Mom’s words. And often, they would light my path.

  • Derby activities belong to all Kentuckians

    It begins with Thunder Over Louisville and the events keep on coming, right up to the first Saturday each May.

    The mini-marathon, the Great Balloon Race and Fest-a-Ville on the Waterfront all have developed followings of their own. Smaller crowds participate in everything from volleyball games to a poker tournament as the Kentucky Derby Festival’s excitement begins.

    When Derby Week eventually arrives the Great Steamboat Race occurs on Wednesday afternoon and the Pegasus Parade on Thursday.

  • How politics has changed

    When two senators recently got into a spat over whether the Boston Marathon bombings were being politicized, the news was everywhere within minutes. Reams of commentary quickly followed.

    In the maneuvering over gun-control legislation, every twist and turn was reported instantly and then endlessly debated.

    As the effects of the federal sequester start to make themselves felt, outlets in every medium — print, television, online — are carrying both the news and the inevitable partisan sniping over its meaning.

  • A few clicks online can put a smile on Mackenzie’s face


    Three years ago, I was at an airport waiting for a flight home on a beautiful November day.

    Minding my own business concentrating on the book I was reading, suddenly out of the corner of my eye, lights flashed. I looked over to see a smiling seemingly healthy little girl, the flashing lights were the lights on her wheelchair.

  • Crazy or just hootchie cootchie googooing?

    Standing at the end of the aisle in the department store, I heard loud noises from someone coming closer. “Woo who, boo boo, waahhh waahhh.”

    The weird sounds were coming from a lady walking down the aisle. And the closer she got to me, the louder her babbling became. She looked to be 60 something and the younger woman following close behind her I assumed to be the older lady’s 20-something daughter.

  • Taking the temperature of our civic health

    Mental health, dental health, financial health all are familiar phrases. Frequently, I run across stories particularly geared to men's health, women's health or kids' health. At the grocery store, there's a whole section devoted to health and beauty aids. And at my age, I hear a lot about prostate health.

    But until recently, I never had encountered the concept of measuring "civic health."