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Methylparaben 1906 Pure Food and Drug Act. The Federal Food, Drug, and Cosmetic Act (FD&C Act) of 1938 The FDA established regulations for nutrition labeling in 1973. The Nutrition Labeling and Education Act of 1990 I confess to be a nutrition label reader. Right there in the bread aisle, I’m in a frozen stance wondering what the chemicals will do to me. Approved by a governmental authority for this food substance to enter my body, I trust? America would not have its citizens be ignorant. F urnished with info to make logical decisions, we grab from the shelf and throw them in our trunks. Home finds groceries to the counter and into the fridge. At mealtimes, we assemble as in a chem lab. Great synthesizers, we combine ingredients to cook up, lasagna? After s hoving foods down the stack, our stomachs wonder in disbelief. It...
Perhaps You Don’t Know Those present sat in the first pew, on the left and on the right. The ring bearer was my faithful dorm mate. Nearly my age and goofier to catch my sister-in-law’s eye, his antics spiced the military wedding. We, known as a couple since high-school, were definitely going ‘steady’. Mother-in-law held up the Panasonic cassette player to march the bride. Proud Papa did say, “Her mother and I.” It was a humble wedding. A few were invited. Even fewer braved the September roads. The medium-sized First Christian Church of Aurora, Colorado let in the light. Lack of air flow brought sweat under my suited armpits. Finally, drops found their place to my forehead and I dropped to one knee. Grandma thought I had already proposed previously. A bit of confusion hung in the air until I stripped off my outerwear and got comfortable in the ...
And Where Were You? My best friend’s mother took her own life. We were in high school at the time. It came as a surprise, kind of. Her previous attempt was unsuccessful, so she tried again. Suicide can do weird things to a family. Question marks float in the air sometimes never being resolved. Guilt can come and rest on shoulders. Plausible answers temporarily cover the shame. “Oh, there must have been something wrong.” Mummers about the town as you feel the starting eyes. One question: Where is God in all this? Pain can convince us that He has left. Somehow His presence is sucked away and clouds are left about our heads. Truth is, His temple is not based on our feelings. If our feelings gave Him substance, then He would not be much of a god. He lives out of our reality not to be mani...
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