I confess there was a time between adolescence and my 30th birthday when I was addicted to the sun. Tanning beds were my best friends, along with silver reflective sun blankets and baby oil. The sun was my drug, and I was an addict.
It may be summer, but "school" is very much in session at Mississippi University for Women's Culinary Arts Institute. Throughout the month of June, emerging cooks are earning their aprons during week-long sessions at MUW's Culinary Camp for Kids.
For every new father who has cradled a newborn in his arms and fervently wished someone out there taught a course on becoming a good dad -- well, someone does. For each man aspiring to be a better role model for his children, a helping hand is extended. For any father willing to step up to heal fractured family relationships, support is waiting. Through weekly classes, the Fatherhood Initiative represents a committed network of people in the Golden Triangle who help dads fulfill their precious, irreplaceable roles in the lives of their children.
It was sad news last week when The Times Picayune, New Orleans' daily paper became New Orleans' three-day-a-week paper. After 175 years, the publication is going digital, and no more home delivery. Mon Dieu! What a tragedy.
I've always been captivated by the idea of having a thriving vegetable garden reminiscent of my great-grandparent's and Ryan's grandparents'. Most of my husband's childhood memories of both his maternal and paternal grandparents revolve around two things: their legendary green thumbs and, of course, the simple yet mouthwatering meals created from their garden bounty.
Excitement is building in West Point as the hour nears for the Missoula Theatre Company's auditions Monday at 10 a.m. to cast approximately 60 children in first through 12th grade for performances June 23 of "Jack and the Beanstalk."
Near the end of her life, Pulitzer Prize-winning author Eudora Welty (1909-2001) still lived in her parents' home in Jackson. Her mother's beloved garden she had helped tend there many years earlier, however, had all but disappeared -- a fact Welty lamented. Today, it has been restored to its former glory, thanks to garden designer and preservationist Susan Haltom and a committed core of volunteers.
Just the other day an age-old myth raised eyebrows at the salon amidst the yellow roses, somewhere near the current issue of Veranda and most definitely surrounded by two beautiful ladies sitting regally on my antique red settee.
Planting seeds for healthy living is a way of life for Lowndes County 4-H Agent Sharon Patrick, especially in her work at the Columbus Air Force Base.
Of all the benefits the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway has delivered to the Golden Triangle's doorstep, the American Wind Symphony Orchestra is surely one of the most unforgettable.
These days a power walk around the block a few days a week just doesn't cut it. Lately the fitness motto seems to be, "Go hard or go home." And with all of the hardcore training routines out there, from at-home DVDs such as P90x and Insanity to group classes like R.I.P.P.E.D. and CrossFit, it's easy to see why.
May 5, 1945, was a typically beautiful spring day in Plzen, Czechoslovakia. The sun shone; flowers bloomed everywhere. But two hostile armies occupied the city. The Second Infantry Division of the U.S. Army were coming in on the southern flank for Allied forces in World War II. Germany held the city, but their resistance was fading.
We humans seem addicted to bestowing a "day" upon almost anything. In June alone, there's Flip a Coin Day, Hug Your Cat Day, Sewing Machine Day and, a personal favorite, International Panic Day. So it should come as no surprise there is such a thing as national Doughnut Day.
Ernest Mast's Homestead Acres is nestled deep in Noxubee County, past vast fields that call up the phrase "God's country." Miles of dirt road bordered by corn and soybeans lead to its white rail fence and a neat ranch-style farmhouse, originally built by Ernest's father.
We live in a place rich with history. Pilgrims come to the South from all over the world just to walk in the shadows of our past. This does not seem strange to us.
I remember my mama's arsenal of hairstyling tools from an early age. When you look at today's innovations, you might think she could as well have been beating two rocks together like a cave woman. Her hair dryer was about as small as a closed fist. It was the most offensive shade of tan, and it buzzed so loudly my daddy couldn't even hear the animals roaring on "Wild Kingdom."
The advent of summer heralds the return of live music to the scenic Columbus Riverwalk. Sounds of Summer, the popular series of free concerts, begins Thursday evening and returns every other Thursday through July 26 (excluding the week of July 4).
Well, the question that everyone wants to know from last week's column is, "Did Ryan and your dad catch any fish?" and "What did you do with them?" I was so excited about my gourmet camp food that I left out any details about why we were on Horn Island in the first place.
There was a time, in the not-so-distant past, when churning an ice cream freezer on the back porch was a summertime ritual. Every strong arm in the family took a turn at the crank, and youngsters in the right place at the right time got to lick the dasher.
It's late afternoon and Jordan Mize's little garden is bathed in the warmth of a low-lying sun. Light glints brilliant through droplets of water clinging to broad leaves and tiny green tomatoes, just coming into the world.
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