Down the aisle

My younger cousin got married last weekend in one of the more elaborate weddings I’ve been to. This, of course, coming from someone who used a pair of tree pruners to cut branches off her favorite tree at the farm to create her wedding bouquet. So when my cousin, Joan, asked Caroline to be the flower girl I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive. A lot of coaching and bribery goes into getting a three-year-old down the seemingly endless aisle of an enormous Catholic church. At the rehearsal, I picked a place to sit during the wedding and kept reminding Caroline that when she got to the alter, she needed to take a left, then another left, and I’d be sitting in the pew waiting for her.

Were You Hired to Do That?

A middle school student, from a town not far from Hagerstown, was given the assignment to job shadow someone working in a field that might interest him down the road. His top choices for a future career – at age 14 – were a pediatrician (should a student spend their day in a medical office during flu season?), a preacher (He gets weekly insight from this field every Sunday and at youth group) and lastly, the agricultural field. He chose to spend his day at our local farmer-owned cooperative. I had a meeting that day with Harvest Land’s agronomist and the gentleman that this student was shadowing for the day, Harvest Land’s Chief Operations Officer. The three of us discussed plans for an upcoming presentation we were giving at Ball State while the student sat in quiet observation.

Winter Olympics For the Rest of Us

by Lindsay Sankey
“I’m about over the Olympics,” I said one night two weeks ago. We were approximately an hour into the opening ceremonies. I’ve never been much of an athlete. My lack of athleticism is likely fueled by two parts inherited kankles and one part non-competitive spirit. I just wasn’t built for spandex.

Think Human Trafficking Won’t Impact You or Your Family?

Living in a rural community where we know most people in town, it is hard to think about big city problems like human trafficking happening here. But, consider this. The opioid epidemic, before becoming an epidemic, was considered to be more of an urban problem than relative to Cambridge City, Centerville or Hagerstown. Now, no one is exempt. I have been working with some agencies that have heightened my awareness of human trafficking – innocent children (and adults) lured into the sex trade industry.

Is Addiction a Disease?

If you have ever had a friend or family member who suffered from addiction, you have probably struggled with the idea of whether or not addiction is a disease. Like me, you have probably wondered why drugs or alcohol seemed more important to the addict than their family. You have probably blamed them for the substance abuse. You have probably been discouraged when it seemed they tried to rationalize things that made no earthly sense to anyone else. And, you probably got mad when you tried to confront them and they refused to listen.