Recycling Glass Jars
by Larriane Barnard
If I spent the time, I suppose I could find online, somewhere, useless information on how far the glass jars in the landfills would reach if laid end to end.
I’ve got a pretty good idea glass jars would beat the plastic water bottles shown on some commercials.
Even though many companies are switching to plastic jars, you can give yourself a good idea how many are thrown away by the number of glass ones you pitch in the garbage a week. I know how quickly my jar cabinet filled to overflowing once I started saving them to use instead of plastic containers that melt or stain in the micro or throw away foil, plastic bags, and plastic wrap. I’ve had to shift my going green efforts to include carting my overflow off to the thrift store for repurposing.
Why go to the trouble you ask? A metal lid with a gasket insert makes the jar bug and rodent proof, air and water tight to store liquid, mushy, powdered, or solids. Without a gasket, they’re still … continue reading the Summer issue of SEARCH Magazine.
Post-Partum Congestive Heart Failure
by Emerian Rich
For most women, pregnancy is a joyous, healthy time. For others, it can be nine months of discomfort and anxiety. Don’t worry, if you are one of those women who haven’t had it easy. I’m here to tell you, you are not alone.
The doctors had told us we wouldn’t be able to conceive. We had tried for years, but it just wasn’t happening. When I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. The baby was a gift I’d longed for. I had the normal baby-momma fears. Something would go wrong with the baby. I would die and my husband would have to raise our child alone. The baby would die, and I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
As the pregnancy progressed, issues started to crop up like gestational diabetes, preeclampsia, high blood pressure, anemia‒the list was depressing. With each diagnosis, my worries increased. As we neared the due date… continue reading the Winter 2017.
The Power of Aroma
by Murdo Morrison
I spent my childhood years during the 1950s in working class neighborhoods in Glasgow, Scotland. In those days any money went to necessities, and special items were things you saved up for.
Luxury items were often out of reach, with much of it yet to be invented. Not only was there less variety, but much of the produce was seasonal. We waited expectantly for the fresh strawberries and rich tarts the baker created. Fresh peaches, one shilling each at the time, were only an occasional treat.
The heightened senses of childhood made for a richer experience. It was a time when many items were served from barrels or bins. Potatoes were scooped onto a heavy scale, cheese was cut from the round. A simple shopping trip would be marked by the distinct aromas of the various stores where the air was filled with a heady mix of Provolone, Salami, spices, and other exotic aromas that, at the time, I was unable to identify. The strongest notes in the ‘perfumed symphony’ were played by the freshly roasted coffee beans. In our world, coffee, when we drank it at all, came from small tins of Nescafé in the form of a powder we mixed with hot water from the kettle. Perhaps it was then the idea… continue reading the Fall issue of SEARCH Magazine.