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Cooking With Maryann

We often have breakfast for dinner. This is one of those go-to meals that we love to eat. It's also a great Sunday breakfast or for brunch. Although homemade buiscuits aren't required, they do add a wonderful and fresh touch.

Amazing Biscuits and Gravy Breakfast

Alaska State

Dinwiddie County, VA

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Margaret Minnicks

WRIC 8 News reported that the Dinwiddie County Sheriff’s Office is asking for help locating a missing 101-year-old woman. According to Virginia State Police, Dorothy Sue Wallace was last seen driving on Route 1 in Brunswick County, heading north at around 4:20 p.m. on Thursday, August 15, 2024.

101-year-old Dinwiddie woman is missing after going for a drive

Beaufort County, SC

Explore Beaufort SC

Yes, there are monkeys in the Lowcountry of South Carolina. You won’t see one crossing the road and you don’t have to worry about them crashing your backyard BBQ looking for a meal, either.

On this South Carolina Island, only monkeys are allowed to hang out

Years ago, I visted Amish country on a family trip back east. It was such a great experience to see such vastly different places from what I was accustomed to. I loved all the street markets where we could sample and buy all sorts of incredible foods. This was one that stuck with me. Here's what you'll need to make your own 9" deep dish shoofly pie:

Amish Shoofly Pie

South Carolina State

Colleton County, SC

Some beachgoers were in for a surprise this week when a bizarre looking prehistoric fish washed ashore in Colleton County along Edisto Beach at Edisto Beach State Park. It turned out to be an atlantic sturgeon.

Rare Atlantic sturgeon washes ashore on South Carolina beach

Denver, CO

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David Heitz

In addition to collecting more than 8,000 used needles in the past year from Denver drug users, the Harm Reduction Action Center passed out 10,000 meth pipes and “snort kits,” according to a newsletter sent to its supporters Thursday. They also connected about 1,700 people to medical, mental health and substance abuse treatment.

Denver group hands out 10K meth pipes, ‘snort kits,’ connects 1,700 to treatment annually

Chinese food is one of my favorites! Sometimes, all I want is a heaping bowl of beef broccoli and rice. Don't let the ingredient list scare you, it's quite simple to make, the most time consuming part is ingredient preparation. Sometimes, I will get the ingredients together the day prior or combine the parts that I can ahead of time so this meal preps in a snap! Here's what you'll need for 6 servings:

A Knockout Restaurant-Style Beef Broccoli

J. Souza

A recent online discussion about how ice cream is served on Carnival Cruise Line ships has sparked conversation among passengers and the cruise line itself. The debate which was picked up by news outlets was started by a passenger who questioned why Carnival requires passengers to serve their own soft serve ice cream, unlike other cruise lines where crew members handle the process.

Carnival Cruise Line Defends Self-Serve Ice Cream Policy After Passenger Speaks Out

It's hard to believe it has been a month - 4 weeks today - since my son died. He lived for nearly eight months in the hospital. It felt like a lifetime. Yet, in the blink of an eye, we've already lived 1/8 of that time without him. I've been meditating lately on my son's transition from a present reality to a transient memory. (For me, it's mostly an intellectual exercise at this point. I'm too burnt out and numb for sorrow and tears - though there is still an element of pain to it all.) My son is no longer here. That is not to say he no longer is. It is only to say that I can no longer experience him as he was. His realness did not cease. But it did change. He left me in the dust. One of these pictures represents the last time he held my finger before our new normal was blown to pieces - Friday, July 19th - the day before he died. The consequence of his absence is that I can no longer perceive him. He now exists beyond the pale of my touch, smell, sight, and hearing. As a result, reality is exchanged with a memory - and that memory is fading. It's like a second experience of death, but it is slower, more subtle, and in a way, more personal: my very mind is being plundered of its most precious recollections. How can I describe it? It's like a sandcastle constructed along the violent borders of the ocean. All our lives are built and expended here: on the edge of dissolution. Our lives are but a vapor. We are like the grass that flowers and fades. The best we can do with our fragility is heed the words of Christ and build our undying souls on solid rock (Matt. 7:24-27). But even that doesn't change the fact that death will come - it only changes how we greet it when it does. As the tide changes and the waves creep up to the base of your castle, the erosion is subtle at first, but in a moment, dramatically, it all comes tumbling down. It crumbles. All that remains is a disfigured lump of sand. Your handiwork is no longer perceptible but the rubble at least testifies to the fact that something was there. But the ocean makes quick work of that too. As the tide steadily rushes in, the rubble becomes a mound. The mound becomes a lump. In no time at all the ocean has swallowed it up. By the time the tide retreats, there will be little to no evidence a castle was ever there. Reality is displaced by memory, and memory, unaided by fresh impressions, is slowly eroded by the passing of time. This itself invites new grief. Am I grieving my son, or am I now grieving the memory of my son? It is likely a mixture of both. In a strange reversal of the Greek mythology of the underworld, it is as though the living, and not the dead, are compelled to drink from the River Lethe and forget. Of course, I know I won't really forget Gus. I'm just painfully aware that this memory, increasingly disfigured by the passing of time, is a poor reflection of the reality, of the real him as he was. C.S. Lewis acknowledges this in A Grief Observed. Rightly so, he further acknowledges that the person we've lost is not now locked in the same state in which they left us. Even believing that my son continues to be does not mean he will ever again be what he was; that we will ever again be what we were. Even the hope of heaven does not completely soothe this ache. At the risk of blathering on to the annoyance of whoever reads this far, I must add a further observation: part of what makes this all so hard is that we never brought Gus home. My son lived and died in the hospital. While that place became a second home and a 'new' normal, his death rudely returned my 'old' normal. This new old is a confusing and bewildering thing. Sometimes it feels like the last year of my life never even happened. It's as though it was all a dream. It's as though it all took place in a weird, liminal space. It's like I met my son in Elfland. We visited him on the Isle of Avalon. He lived and died in Neverland. I've discovered that my son's death not only includes this harsh exchange between reality and mere memory, but it seems to bring into question what once was real - or, at the very least, that is how it all feels. Whatever I forget, my God does not. My son is lost to me - but I know Who keeps him. He cannot come to me, but I can go to him. --- Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Like flowery fields the nations stand, Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower’s hand Lie withering e’er ’tis night. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. (Isaac Watts)

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Dianna Carney

Sandy Paws Rescue Inc., a foster-based rescue in Massachusetts, is still looking for a forever home for an adorable six-year-old French bulldog named Joannie. The local animal rescue explains: “Joannie was found as a stray extremely emaciated and less than half her current weight now. She was missing fur on her body, face and ears. She has been nursed back to health and is doing wonderfully. While her age and exact history is unknown, it is clear she has mothered more than enough litters in her short lifetime.”

Meet The "Extreme Snuggler" French Bulldog Still Looking For Love

Louisiana State

Natrona County, WY

Houma, LA

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A worker died Aug. 5 when the crane he was operating toppled at a wind farm construction site in remote Natrona County, state and local officials say. The victim, John William Hoffpauir, Jr., 55, of Houma, Louisiana, was working as a crane operator at the Cedar Springs wind energy construction site north of Casper and Glenrock under the control of Blattner Energy at the time of the accident. Hoffpauir was a Blattner Energy employee, a spokesperson for the company told WyoFile.

Worker killed in accident on wind energy construction site in Natrona County

The woman who shot a video of a hydrothermal explosion in Yellowstone National Park on Tuesday morning told WyoFile she and her family were terrified as the blast sent boiling water and rocks skyward, destroying parts of a boardwalk, its guardrail and a nearby bench.

Yellowstone hydrothermal explosion: ‘We were terrified’

Sandy Paws Rescue Inc., a foster-based rescue organization in Massachusetts, recently shared their furry friends who have been waiting the longest to find their forever homes. From a puppy who is housebroken and loves toys to a little five-year-old dog who is a great snuggle buddy and loves other dogs, each dog is unique but has one thing in common- they need a family who will love them. Get to know these five great dogs below, and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know which pup stole your heart!

Local Animal Rescue Shares Dogs Who've Been Looking For Love The Longest

Sandy Paws Rescue Inc., a foster-based rescue in Massachusetts, has recently introduced a tiny 8lb dog named Bingo who is looking for her forever home. Bingo is a 3-year-old Shih Tzu mix with an adorable appearance and a sweet disposition. However, she needs a patient and understanding owner who recognizes that "dogs are not toys, and not all dogs love to be picked up right away," explains Sandy Paws Rescue Inc. This little lady requires some decompression time upon arriving at her new home to settle in comfortably.

Meet The Sweet Little Lady Looking For Love

Wyoming State

There aren’t many advantages to working nights, Alan Nash says, but getting a glimpse of the aurora borealis is one. Nash, a locomotive engineer, photographed the green and magenta ribbons of light early Monday just south of Bill, Wyoming.

Northern lights brighten the night shift

Pompano Beach, FL

Akeena

In a shocking revelation, Kings Mart, a grocery store in Pompano Beach, has been slapped with a series of severe health violations by the Florida Department of Agriculture. The inspection, carried out by Francis Odio, uncovered a disturbing range of problems that have led to the immediate closure of several sections of the store.

An inspection found bugs in the food and rodent poop on the shelves at a Florida grocery store

Sandy Paws Rescue Inc., recently introduced Egypt, a remarkable 4 to 5-year-old, 50-pound dog who is filled with love and is searching for her forever family! With a glowing description, Sandy Paws Rescue Inc., a foster-based rescue in Massachusetts, explains, "Egypt is a very happy, affectionate and loving girl once she warms up to the people she loves."

Meet The Happy & Affectionate Dog Looking For Love

A retired military officer who had been struggling with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) tragically died after jumping from the world’s largest cruise ship last month, authorities confirmed.

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