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Being Beautiful: Does anybody remember Victoria Winters?

Posted yesterday in Columns

Mrs. Stoddard is terribly worried -- all day, every day, and especially at night.

 

Being Beautiful: The wheels on the bus still go round and round

Posted 4/23/2016 in Columns

The big yellow school bus was and is a rite of passage for so many of us. If you lived on Dykes Chapel Road and your mama was still in her duster, it was quite literally the only way to get to the red brick schoolhouse in town.

 

Being Beautiful: Pink: so much more than a color in a box of crayons

Posted 4/17/2016 in Columns

I remember the first time I met her. She called herself "a fan" of my column, and that's why she reached out to me.

 

Being Beautiful: Riding shotgun

Posted 4/2/2016 in Columns

I drove my cars fast when I was a boy. Vroom, vroom.

 

Being Beautiful: Times change, and so must I change with them

Posted 3/26/2016 in Columns

Mama and I fussed over those baskets for hours, filling them with chocolate bunnies, marshmallow peeps and jelly beans.

 

Being Beautiful: Pressing pause on time gone by

Posted 3/12/2016 in Columns

I wonder why we are so darned sentimental.

 

Being Beautiful: Spring is flowering right before our eyes

Posted 3/5/2016 in Local Columns

Spring must be in the air, literally, because I wake each morning to the birds serenading me.

 

Being Beautiful: There but for the grace of God, go I

Posted 2/27/2016 in Columns

Mother Teresa said it best, "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other."

 

Being Beautiful: With apologies to Gene Kelly, I'm singing in the rain

Posted 2/20/2016 in Columns

Listening to the raindrops beat against the old glass panes brings back my favorite rainy day memories.

 

Being Beautiful: A political novice's assessment of election 2016

Posted 2/13/2016 in Columns

While this space is usually reserved for my trips down memory lane with Mama, my childhood antics on the Dykes Chapel Road, the latest lipstick rage from New York City's red carpets, or the amazing china pattern I found at the thrift store, today I am wading into a river in which I have not swum before -- politics.

 

Being Beautiful: Have your cake and eat it, too

Posted 2/6/2016 in Columns

It doesn't get better than a good devil's food cake made from scratch, with milk chocolate buttercream frosting, the kind my granny made and most likely passed down from her granny, too.

 

Being Beautiful: Hiding under tables and peeking through glass

Posted 1/30/2016 in Columns

I remember as a little boy hiding underneath the mahogany dining table, holding my knees in my hands for no reason except that I could.

 

Being Beautiful: If these walls could talk

Posted 1/23/2016 in Columns

Old houses make my heart beat fast -- the chipping paint and aged patina of a 100-year-old fašade and the view from weathered windows looking out through giant oaks toward the river.

 

Being Beautiful: I don't have a monopoly on memories, but ...

Posted 1/16/2016 in Columns

I was first introduced to Monopoly from the swivel bar stools of my family's kitchen, and it was there on Mama's yellow Formica bar that I learned about making deals, taking chances, and how one never wants to go directly to jail.

 

Being Beautiful: I hear the train a'coming

Posted 1/9/2016 in Columns

I hear the bells ringing in the church towers every night, but it's the sound of the whistling train near the river that carries me back to being a little boy following after my older brothers near the tracks of my childhood.

 

Being Beautiful: Peacock angels from our guardian angel

Posted 1/2/2016 in Columns

It made me uneasy as I cut into the hem, the scissors traveling across what seemed like oceans of sparkling blue fabric, and with each turn, my mind wandered back to all the times she wore the peacock shirt.

 

Being Beautiful: Love is always right on time

Posted 12/26/2015 in Columns

I remember it like it was yesterday. Daddy wore his brown leather blazer, always a siren to alert us that we were destined for town.

 

Being Beautiful: On the first day of Christmas ...

Posted 12/19/2015 in Columns

My holidays are not like old black and white films where the family sits around the piano belting out carols. Trust me.

 

Being Beautiful: If everyone blends in, who stands out?

Posted 12/14/2015 in Columns

I laugh at rules and conformity.

 

Being Beautiful: Longing for the gift money can't buy

Posted 12/5/2015 in Columns

My vintage Santa plates stare at me from my holiday table, nestled onto blue and gold chargers as red crystal goblets stand beside them.

 

 

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