Borrowing Dad’s Mini-Cooper . . . and his attitude

I kinda wrecked my car. Today my dad met me at the auto body shop where the owner and I are now on a first-name basis, since this is the third time this year I’ve had pointless parking-lot fender benders. My dad came so he could lend me his cute yellow Mini-Cooper for a couple…

If this doesn’t motivate you, I don’t know what will

So I taught my second class in a week at Dr. Christopher’s in Springville last night. Seems like someone always comes up after a class with a phenomenal story of what happens when you undertake the whole-foods habits I teach. Patricia and Steve Terry (with me below) were the last in line to ask questions…

ObamaCare . . . part 3 of 3

Congress has been wringing its hands over the tragedy of millions of uninsured Americans, for years. The question has been, “How can we pay for all the drugs and surgeries and doctor visits of the Baby Boomers?” How indeed. (And we aren’t even thinking, yet, of the soda generation of obese kids–we’ll worry about that…