May 2009
Summer is the worst time to cook indoors. The entire house gets filled with unbearable heat, causing you to crank up the air conditioner and increase your electricity bill. Luckily, you can keep your home cool by using your outdoor grill to prepare delicious meals.
There’s one thing you will get from your outdoor grill that you will never get from your stovetop, ant that’s a smoky flavor. The smoky taste of grilled foods is what makes summer, summer. Remember, cleanup is always easy when cooking on an outdoor grill!
Grilled Corn on the Cob
4 ears corn on the cob
A few years ago my father became quite disturbed about his health. Someone he knew was diagnosed with prostate cancer and he was sure that he had it, too. He never explained how he was certain that he, too, had the disease, but I suspect that he had compared some symptoms with his unfortunate friend. It turns out that he did have prostate cancer and was able to undergo surgery.
Pastor E.C. Maltbia, a long-time Conway resident, began a life of ministry at the early age of 16. He became the youngest ordained elder for the Churches of God in Christ at 19 years of age, and two years later, believed God spoke to him to plant a new church. In 1993 he founded and organized the True Holiness Saints Center and married his high school sweetheart, Natasha Pierce, also of Conway. In addition to his service at True Holiness, Pastor Maltbia’s ministry includes tireless leadership on city and community boards, ensuring the Christian community has a voice.
Alan Hahn’s family has been serving Conway at Ye Olde Daisy Shoppe in downtown Conway since 1968.
Hahn’s parents, Manny and Peggy Hahn, started the business in 1968 and operated it until he purchased it from them in 1993, he said.
“I grew up here,” Hahn said. “Especially when they first started, they didn’t have many employees, so both my parents were here all the time. I was here more than I was home.”
Early in my marriage, I learned the great value of lifting my husband and children up through my words. I will admit, this lesson was born out of years of failure, often speaking of my husband Jay and our boys Jake and Andrew with a critical spirit. Thankfully, God had a plan to confront this tendency in my life.
“Thank you for the love and stability you’ve shown me all these years,” my daughter acknowledged to my husband, Randy, last year. She was about to graduate high school and was overcome with appreciation for the years of sacrifice and commitment he had devoted as her stepfather. A tiny glimpse of success as a stepfather was celebrated, an earned reward for years of step-parenting. But it hasn’t always been that way. Randy and I remember well the early years of our marriage and the opposition my two girls dealt him.
There’s a story behind every one of the dozen or so immaculate Corvettes at the Conway home of Tony and Reda Salter.
One came after 15 years of nagging an old friend to sell. They bought one from the father of a Corvette owner who died suddenly. Another came to them from a woman who flagged them down on the road to Chicago.
Another came after a competition with other Corvette fans.
“We had to convince that owner that we were worthy,” Reda said.
They have discovered some in pieces at salvage yards and found others on ebay. They have driven all over the country to pick them up.
It goes without saying that men are different from women, right? If we weren’t, there would be no need for magazines like this one and even less necessary to have an issue of Women’s Inc. dedicated to men. The differences between the sexes are evident to me in my practice on a daily basis. I could not count the number of times that men tell me that they only scheduled their visit with me because their wives made those oh-so-subtle suggestions that husbands know (and fear). It could be disheartening to a doctor to know that the person they are visiting with is there under duress.
Some people are simply born with an intrinsic capacity to nurture. When you happen to have a family filled with these types of individuals, and you give them a keen aptitude for farming and settle the clan on 83 acres of lush land ripe for growing, good things are bound to result; just ask any member of Gary and Phyllis Strack’s bunch…or perhaps more appropriately, ask any of the Strack Farm’s faithful customers who frequent their booth at the Faulkner County Farmer’s Market each year.
When Melissa and Chris Polk started to build a new house in Greenbrier over a year ago, they didn’t expect a foundation to crumble under their feet. The foundation of their new home was in good condition; it was their life foundation, that they had been building for 13 years, that started to give way. From the outside looking in, the Polks were the average American family, living out the great American dream. But something was infecting Chris from the inside that would forever change his outside view.