The South" (the saúth), noun. The place where: Tea is sweet and accents are sweeter. Summer starts in April.
Sunshine bathed the Hitching Lot Farmers' Market Saturday morning as a friendly crowd under the market's shaded canopy checked out everything from peas to peaches, squash to sunflowers. A steady stream of shoppers flowed to vendor Starla Strait's table, which was laden with flaky-crust pies, golden dinner rolls and moist breads and cookies. Strait baked them all in the kitchen of her Brooksville home, just for the occasion.
While members of Team USA are in London for the Summer 2012 Olympic Games, chefs from the Gulf Coast states are gearing up as well -- to host the "Spirit of the Gulf," a showcase of Gulf Coast seafood and music. Mississippi is represented by Chef Chris Poplin of IP Casino and Chef Calvin Coleman of Naomi's Catering.
Enlisted veterans who have been honorably discharged over the past few years or are currently serving in the National Guard or the Air Force Reserves may be eligible to return to active duty.
On July 20, 12 families in Colorado and around the country were stricken with the worst reality a parent can be called on to endure -- the loss of a son or daughter. These families abruptly lost their children, who ranged in age from 6 to 51, to a criminal attack that will never make sense.
Tis the season of umbrella drinks. Whether you're enjoying a piña colada at the beach, sangria at a backyard barbecue, a margarita poolside, or just an ice cold beer at the river this summer, you can still keep your bikini body in check and enjoy the occasional cocktail.
It's so hot that my hydrangeas are fainting in the backyard. The town seems almost vacant between the hours of noon and 4 p.m. every day. It looks like a ghost town, and I'm convinced everyone has just melted. Perhaps the smart ones are at the beach, the pool, or in Alaska.
For 37 years, CONTACT has provided a 24-hour helpline for those in crisis situations, in need of information referral, or simply hoping for a caring, nonjudgmental ear. As a new school year gets underway, the nonprofit agency wants to remind youth and teens that this community resource is not only for adults.
Wasn't it only yesterday children were giddy at the thought of getting out of school for summer break? And now, the calendar beckons them back.
You've probably been waiting to see what the Lehman's Non-Electric catalog, mentioned in my last column, has to offer.
The brightly-lit gymnasium of the Boys & Girls Club in Columbus reverberated with laughter Wednesday afternoon. The song "Ice Cream Freeze," by Hannah Montana, began on a laptop in one corner of the cavernous space, cueing a dance team to begin its routine.
The Columbus Arts Council is considering a logo redesign and is looking to the talented public for ideas.
Several people have commented on Eugenia Summer's story about getting a jukebox at Mississippi State College for Women. They are usually people who remember attending the college in those years, as I do. I thought, well, I, too, have a W story; and maybe I ought to tell it, although it does not reflect very well on me.
Feeling childlike is timeless, and never has it been more fun to be feminine. Yesterday I stood perfectly still in the middle of the mall, entertained through a store glass window by two girls with blonde bobs giggling and trying on the daintiest of headbands.
I have reason to believe that the gods of technology hate me. Paranoia? Perhaps. But the evidence is mounting every day. Last week our telephone (yes, we still have a land line) did not ring for about six days. In a way, this was quite lovely. I do not answer the phone, anyway, because it is always for Chris. For a while we could make outgoing calls. Then, nothing. Nothing in, nothing out.
If the way to a man's heart isn't actually through his stomach, the women of the "Casserole Patrol" will be sorely disappointed. Food is the heavy artillery in their quest to win the affections of the recently-widowed "Colonel," the newest eligible man in their little town.
Even as a child, enchanted by the luminous stained glass windows in Laurel's First Baptist Church, Jane Crawford was captivated by the jewel-like beauty.
Finally -- rain! This week the Golden Triangle area got some much needed rain. It wasn't too great for my little dogs, who do not like to go into the backyard when the grass is wet. However, for everyone else, the showers were a wonderful event. Gardens perked up and flowers smiled.
Jewish Roots Journey: Memoirs of a Mizpah" is a chronicle of Nancy Petrey's exploration of the Jewish roots of the church, and the deeper understanding she came to of scripture, church history and the history of modern Israel through intensive study and travel.
Since 1828, the faithful have gathered at Tabernacle Campground near Ethelsville, Ala., for an annual retreat of worship, fellowship and play. This summer is no exception.
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