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Susan Gallagher, Parents Rights In Education

There is a clear political agenda to destroy the traditional family in America, and it’s facilitated by public schools. Never before have all parents been legally “separated” from their minor children by the government. Until now, the American family was considered to be the foundation of civic life; the smallest form of government, where children are taught responsibility, respect for authority, and national pride.

In 2005 the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals found in Fields v. Palmdale School District “that the Meyer-

Pierce right [of parents to direct the upbringing of their children] does not exist beyond the threshold of the school door. We conclude that the parents are possessed of no constitutional right to prevent the public schools from providing information on the subject [of sexuality] to their students in any forum or manner they select.” Although, schools claim students can OPT-OUT of offensive curriculum, it has become more difficult because the content is taught in every subject from Health to History. Continue reading

When my mother became very ill years ago, her insurance provided home healthcare. However, my sister and I were very much involved. We frequently took over on weekends and evenings during the week. The illness was quite prolonged, and caregivers came and went along with good days and bad. She had a hospital bed in her family room. There were sliding glass doors that looked out upon the back yard in which she loved to putter about on better days. Mom enjoyed the butterflies most of all; particularly the large, yellow Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly.

The Sunday before she died, I sat with her, talking. I was hoping I could somehow reach her. Warm sunshine filled the room. I had opened the sliding doors to let in the warmth. A butterfly drifted close to her bed for a brief heart-wrenching moment. I began to tell her a story about an incident that occurred when I was a teacher in the early 60’s. Late in the fall of that school year, one of my second graders brought a large green caterpillar into class. We decided to see if we could provide it with an area in which to make a cocoon. Continue reading

Asian elephant Chendra in the North Meadow habitat, part of Elephant Lands at the Oregon Zoo. © Oregon Zoo / photo by Michael Durham.

Abundance of caution applied pending definitive news on possible TB infection

Chendra, a 26-year-old Asian elephant at the Oregon Zoo, is pregnant and expected to deliver another member of Portland’s elephant family in late 2020.

The pregnancy — while long hoped for and strongly encouraged by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums’ Species Survival Plan for Asian elephants — was a happy surprise for zoo staff. Over the past decade, Chendra has spent time with several male elephants but until recently was not observed engaging in breeding behavior, according to Bob Lee, who oversees the zoo’s elephant area. At around 26, she was nearing the outer age limit for first-time elephant moms; elephants that don’t conceive by their mid-20s rarely conceive at all.

“We are so excited for Chendra,” Lee said. “Raising a calf is one of the most enriching things an elephant can experience, and we didn’t know whether she would ever have that chance. Asian elephants have evolved to live in social groups, and every member of the group has some role in raising young. We’re thrilled by the prospect that Chendra and the rest of the herd may get that opportunity in the near future.” Continue reading

Bryan Fischer

Uh-oh. New data from the notorious pro-homosexual organization GLAAD reveals that

America is rapidly falling out of love with the radial LGBT movement. And guess who is leading this wave of disaffection? Millennials aged 18-34.

Big Gay is non-plussed. Said the New Civil Rights Movement, “Days before the nation’s 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots and the start of World Pride in New York, a new study is measuring American attitudes toward LGBTQ people – and the results aren’t stellar.” Continue reading

Bryan Fischer

This is not your father’s low-THC marijuana

If you care about teenagers and their mental health, the rush to legalize marijuana in America is a great example of a really, really bad idea.
THC is the active ingredient in pot. According to the Washington Post, some of today’s marijuana products average a 68% concentration of THC, stratospherically higher than what my college classmates smoked back in the day. This is not your father’s dope. One dad whose son wound up in an expensive rehab program calls it “nuclear-strength weed.”

Science confirms that earlier and more frequent use of this high-octane cannabis does put adolescents in greater jeopardy of a number of pathologies, including substance abuse disorders and mental health issues. It has a clearly established and negative impact on school performance.

And the particularly noteworthy problem is that pot has a dramatic effect on developing teen brains. The part of the brain that controls problem solving, memory, language, and judgment is not fully developed until age 25, and marijuana messes with that part of the growing brain. As a result, we are seeing an epidemic of dope-induced psychosis, addiction, suicide, depression, and anxiety. Continue reading

How does that idiom go? “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry,” or so said Robert Burns, but in my opinion that’s no excuse to at least have a few ideas in your back pocket for that stretch of two-and-a-half months once school gets out.

Yes, it is June and there will be a lot more kids staying up late, playing outside, taking family camping trips, and meeting friends for fun rather than study groups. Summer is here and that sends some parents into crazy mode as they wonder what to do with all that time.

Last year on the final day at our school a large group of about forty kids and twenty parents descended upon a local ice cream spot (walkable from school) and celebrated the arrival of summer with the consumption of frozen treats. This year we plan to mark the last day in the same fashion but I have a little more in mind than simple ice cream or frozen yogurt. Continue reading

Bryan Fischer

One of the things the Bible teaches is the total depravity of unredeemed man. “None is righteous, no, not one; no one understands; no one seeks for God” (Romans 3:10). If enough people believe the lies of the devil, eventually their entire culture becomes depraved.

Witness what happened last week in Miami Beach, Florida. There, a 41-year-old woman – her motive is unknown – was spotted stomping on the nest of a sea turtle, and jabbing at it with a wooden stake. She was summarily arrested and charged with the crime of “turtle egg molestation or harassment.”

Sea turtle eggs have been welcomed in life and protected in law since 1973 when they found shelter under the Endangered Species Act. Paradoxically, 1973 was the very same year in which abortion was “legalized” by the infamous Roe v. Wade decision. Continue reading

Victoria Larson, N.D.

In honor of Fathers Day and men everywhere, we’ve come to our final Blue Zone. Not that there aren’t other places and other peoples who live long on this earth, but this Blue Zone is where, proportionally speaking, men live longer than anywhere else on our planet! In America only one in 5,000 people live to the age of 100; in the Ogliastra villages of Sardinia, Italy, five people out of 2,500 live to be 100 years old. Blue Zones are those areas where it was discovered that people lived longer than other areas of habitation. Circled in blue ink by researchers, they became the Blue Zones.

In most of the world where a man reaches the age of 100, there are five women who do so. In Sardinia that ratio is one to one, probably because men are able to stave off heart disease longer. But how do they do that? For starters older people don’t retire they just change jobs. In America it is not uncommon for a man to die of a heart attack within three years of retirement. However, changing what work men do keeps them alert and active and using their brains. Not sitting in front of a computer or the TV and just sitting. Continue reading

I’ll tell you how it started out that night:
I’d gone to see my father where he lay,
Determined not to try to make him hear
Or summon up the memory of the guest
Who’d come once more to visit him this night,
In the old folks’ home. Most times he didn’t know
That I was standing there, or who I was.
He hardly ever spoke, for he’d forget
After he’d begun, just what it was
That he had meant to say. Continue reading

By Connie Warnock, NW Connection

Of course, I saw the new movie touting all the super heroes! I grew up with them. I loved comic books but had no subscription. My sources were Susan, my best friend, whose brother had a large box of them. Susan’s mom had secured the comics in an unused wood stove in their basement. Susan would stand guard while I read as fast as I could.

Every summer, we vacationed in Spirit Lake, Idaho at Uncle Cliff and Aunt Rosie’s house. My cousins, Pete and Oly, had an even larger box of comic books twice the size of Susan’s brother’s collection. I could “comic book” to my hearts content. Back to the movie; I loved it and stood up clapping at the end. After I got home however, I realized that my favorite hero had been omitted! Plastic Man was not represented! He was an amazing flesh colored, stretchy hero, who thwarted bad guys right and left. I loved the comic book where he figured out that the drinks at a roof top cocktail party were poisoned. My parents had cocktail parties so I was especially interested in how Plastic Man would save those who hadn’t already bit the dust. I remember these reading marathons as if they’d happened yesterday.

In reality, my superhero was my father. Mom? Yes, however, she was approachable only under certain conditions – the main one being “I didn’t do it, mom.” Dad on the other hand knew better. Not only had I done it, but I could justify it. In most cases I could claim legitimately that I had “gotten away with it”! However, I thought he should know “just in case”. I covered all my bases. Happily, my father let me know albeit subtly that I was simply high spirited. Better yet, he seemed to be proud of my fearlessness. Where angels feared to tread didn’t phase me. I was not an angel. I saw my childhood self as judge, jury and avenger! My adulthood has not been any different – just ask my children!

It has occurred to me more than once that parents should be superheroes for their children. Bringing children into the world is a great joy. As parents, we should also be shepherds, guardian angels and yes…superheroes. We should have patience. We should have the capability to see our child’s humanism; their abilities, needs and frailties. We have been there, and we should be able to honestly access the strengths and weaknesses of our children.

A helping hand, the ability to listen without prejudice, the ability to fearlessly take action if necessary: these are the qualities of superheroes and yes, good parents. Our obligations are to share our knowledge, our abilities, our love and our acceptance. Providing a warm and loving atmosphere is a good thing. However, of equal value is our reaction when for whatever reason our own circles of stability are upended. In such moments, our actions and reactions take the stage. In that situation we can indeed become heroic. We can manifest the all-important attribute we call survival. If done right, survival techniques involve facing the problem, getting assistance if necessary, having the ability to bravely go beyond a possibly unfortunate solution to the unconventional. Certainly, there is a higher power, but more readily available can be the knowledge of what to do and the courage to carry through. Plus we don’t need to wear capes or tights!

It’s the best medicine!

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