Stephanie Salter

Revelations on the backside of a call to public prayer

Stephanie Salter

By Stephanie Salter
CNHI News Service

Listed as the seventh reason on a flier urging Christians to attend nationwide Life Chain prayer events next Sunday is “To provide God a witness to anoint and use to save lives and change hearts in each local area.”

Here in the Wabash Valley, the planned Life Chain anti-abortion gathering already has managed to change some hearts, but not in the way its supporters intended.

Give me that piece of your mind with a smile and a shoeshine

Stephanie Salter

By Stephanie Salter
CNHI News Service

Because so many of you apparently are being urged to do so by your favorite radio, TV and Internet gurus, I’d like to offer a few pointers on how to get what you want from your local, knee-jerk liberal, socialism-mongering newspaper.

Left to our own devices, we’re dividing ourselves to destruction

Stephanie Salter

By Stephanie Salter
CNHI News Service

As the span of years since Sept. 11, 2001, has lengthened and the people of this nation increasingly have turned their fear and frustration on one another, I often find myself imagining Osama bin Laden and whatever remains of his original gang of al Qaida fanatics.
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Big surprise: Indiana’s in the Top 10 for pregnant smokers

Stephanie Salter

By Stephanie Salter
CNHI News Service

If Hoosiers or Americans in general really acknowledged the health threat that is smoking, we would have declared a real national war on tobacco addiction — complete with readily available smoking cessation programs and the prescription aids to go with them.

Even in tough times, two words ring true: ‘Bon appetit!’

By Stephanie Salter
CNHI News Service

After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one’s relatives.

— Oscar Wilde

These days, I know there are many more “important” things to discuss than Nora Ephron’s new film, “Julie & Julia.” More important things than Julia Child herself, or than the difference between cooking as a task and cooking as an art.

When my appetite for such discussion — arguments, really — returns, I promise to serve up a big, debatable helping for all of us to gnaw and chew and, ultimately, spit out on one another’s shoes.

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