It seemed strange to me last Saturday, when I found myself standing in the aisle of the lawn and garden center pondering whether I should plant a few vegetables in my flower garden. Let’s face it, except for a couple of tomato and green pepper plants, I haven’t done any serious vegetable gardening since my son went off to college more than 20 years ago.
The Missourian reported last week that the University of Missouri System Board of Curators has ordered each campus to carve 1 percent from next year’s budget to sweeten the pot for faculty salaries. For the flagship campus, that will come to about $4.2 million. (As the Missourian noted in one of those helpful little charts, MU’s budget is almost as big as the budgets of the three satellite campuses combined.)
Bill Ferguson isn’t giving up, it seems. He’s convinced his son Ryan didn’t murder Tribune sports editor Kent Heitholt in 2001, despite the verdict to the contrary by 12 presumably honest men and women.
There is one yearly ritual that I endure to ensure that spring is really here — and that is the annual garage clean up. My husband and I tackle the daylong task together.
Where are all the bees going? These members of the insect family Apoidea with broad bodies and four wings are communitarian colonists that gather nectar and pollen.
If you are going to maintain your sanity, you may need to take some down time. It’s vacation time, even if you spend it at home.
If you were at last Sunday’s performance of “Romeo and Juliet” in Jesse Hall, as I was, I’m sure you spotted right away, as I did, the obvious parallels between that classic and the long-running show that is on stage again this week down in the City of Jefferson. Of course, I mean the “Great MOHELA Shuffle.”
News of the shooting that killed 17-year-old Tedarrian Robinson belonged on A1 by most standards.
But did his Life Story several days later deserve the same prominent placement?
My gorgeous spring ladies, the bleeding hearts are a sad sight right now.
In their frozen and wilted state, they are not the usual harbingers of spring in my backyard. My largest plant is a large mass of rotten vegetation.
Rep. Shannon Cooper has a different interpretation of the term “represent” than I do. I can’t imagine that the good people of western Missouri sent him to Jeff City to undo the expressed will of the voters, but that’s his intention.
Wednesday afternoon, the word came: shooting reported at Reactor Field on MU.
It’s never happened to me before. And I never want it to happen again. Every week when I sit down to write this column I have an idea or two as to what topic I will write about. But last week when I sat down at 5 a.m. (my usual time to begin writing) my mind went blank.
Some of us who grew up in homes where lewd and irreverent language was not allowed often learned pretty fast that the same was not true in every household. This was so, even at a time when good manners were the order of the day. Until about 15 years ago, I can remember being shocked at the words and phrases children used in front of their parents and adults used in public. Nowadays, my senses are pretty much dulled to inappropriate language.
You probably saw the story in Wednesday’s Missourian about the latest problem at Missouri State University down in Springfield. It appears that the faculty of social work is in serious disarray.
Here it is the middle of April and I’m writing this column with a blanket thrown across my shoulders. Me! The queen of hot flashes has been freezing for most of the last three months.
Maddie Marshall is so Hollywood. From the glittery wrap that keeps her dark brown hair in place to her academic major — film studies — she seems like the kind of woman who would be at home on the left coast.
The state Sunshine Law forced officials to release documents that they would rather have kept private. The spirit of the law: Good deeds are rarely done in the dark.
Last week, I was doing a monitoring inspection of one of my favorite places at MU — the greenhouses.
You might have noticed on Election Day that the Missourian did not conduct an exit survey. It might not have been a surprise, however, given last week’s column by my boss, Executive Editor Tom Warhover, in which he wondered aloud and solicited your input about whether we should ask people leaving the polls how they voted and then report the results during the course of the day.
Last week I wrote about the terrible time I had trying to get to Philadelphia. I thought all of my troubles were over when I was dropped off at the airport three days later. I had a direct flight into Kansas City, a 30-minute wait, and then a short flight back to Columbia.