Why do I love things that are old? I am truly fixated on yesterday when it comes to most all things in my everyday life, whether it's the marvelous worn patina of an old mirror or the imperfection of an antique mantle with its chipped, peeling finish.
With beef on the mind, what better time to think about marinades?
Where's the beef? Look no farther than the Lowndes County Cattlemen's Association steak dinner sale Friday and Saturday.
I suppose the old adage that April showers bring May flowers still holds some merit because it's been showering all over my roses in the backyard. It's not even the end of the month, and I am tickled beyond belief that my roses are spilling over with little bursts of tiny colorful buds, like little gifts waiting to be opened by sunlight and more raindrops. I couldn't be more excited.
As much as I adore my husband, he is one of those annoying people who can eat anything he wants, as much as he wants, never work out and still maintain his long, lean physique. What's even more annoying, he can not work out for months, step out the door, and run a 2- mile sprint without breaking a sweat. He even breathes out of his nose the entire time, unlike me -- open-mouthed, gasping for air and dripping with sweat even though I clock eight or more hours of exercise every week. I mean, could he not just pretend to breath hard for my benefit?
The Friends of the Columbus-Lowndes Public Library concludes its series of April Table Talks with a presentation by award-winning columnist and journalist Rheta GrimsleyJohnson. Grimsley Johnson, whose nationally-syndicated column appears weekly in The Commercial Dispatch, will focus her talk on her recently-published book "Hank Hung the Moon ... and Warmed Our Cold, Cold Hearts" (NewSouth, 2012). This "musical memoir" looks at the South of the 1950s and 1960s through the lens of the seminal songwriter Hank Williams.
Award-winning singer-songwriter Tish Hinojosa will bridge cultures and musical genres in a solo acoustic performance at the Columbus Arts Council's Omnova Theater Wednesday, April 25, at 7 p.m. Columbus marks the second stop on a three month cross-country tour for the former A&M recording artist, who relocated from Austin, Texas, to Hamburg, Germany, after meeting her husband, Andreas Sedlmair, there while on tour in 2004.
Some of my earliest memories include books. My mother read to us long before my brother and I began to read for ourselves. She loved afternoon naps. After lunch, the three of us would scramble into bed, each child with a head against her shoulder, so that we could see the pictures as she read. We all fell asleep with visions of animals and fairies and magical adventures.
Tuesday was a good day. The Daren Coggins family headed out for their favorite fishing hole in Lowndes County. James, 7, and Justin, 8, could barely contain their excitement: on this outing they would learn how to bait a hook with minnows. Dropping a line in the water for crappie and brim is one of their favorite pastimes. Muted plops of casts breaking the sun-dappled pond's surface mingled with the boys' chatter. And for a little while, 37-year-old Daren could push to the back of his mind thoughts of the next chemotherapy treatment looming on his calendar.
ete Melby's affinity for the good earth is rooted in his childhood, growing up in St. Louis. "My fifth-grade teacher challenged us to grow a garden," said Melby, now a professor of landscape architecture at Mississippi State University. "I enjoyed it so much, I sold (produce) to the neighbors from a basket on the front of my bicycle."
Two kinds of kitchens are important to the Columbus Girlchoir this spring.
The first face I saw "painted" was probably my mama's, but then there were all the others that followed, such as my junior high girl friends. Some were more talented than others with the makeup. I can still remember Chrissy's love of Billy Idol, hoop earrings and jet-black eyeliner. It was absolutely cool then, but frightening now to think of the tubes of mascara that a 13-year-old went through in a week's time.
Ahh, the beach. Where all of our weeks, or even months, of hard work go right out the window. The daily workouts and healthy eating are gone with the wind, like my sarong in the Gulf breeze. Isn't it ironic that we try so desperately to get into that teeny tiny bikini, only to slip it on and lounge lazily about drinking sugar-bomb tropical cocktails and drowning our seafood in drawn butter -- that is, if it's not fried to begin with? No wonder most of us come home from vacation busting out of the seams.
Organizers of the 17th annual Howlin' Wolf Memorial Blues Festival set for Aug. 31 in West Point have a few months to go, but several acts are already confirmed. After an acclaimed debut at the festival last year, Missouri native and Living Blues award winner Marquise Knox will return, by popular demand.
Nine Mississippi University for Women art students will be featured in an upcoming senior exhibition in the Eugenia Summer Art Gallery on campus. The public is invited to a free reception Friday, April 20, from 5:30-6:30 p.m. in the gallery located in the Art and Design Building.
A beautiful moon hung low over the Golden Triangle last week. It seemed to stay full for days, peeking into my kitchen window, illuminating the tangled wisteria vines that twist like snakes from the arbor to the old pecan tree in our back yard.
Call it whimsical thinking, but it seems the honeybees at Mark and Keri Lewis' apiary in Mayhew have plenty to be abuzz about this spring -- especially after moving into newly-decorated digs. The Lewis' bee yards are bursting with color, thanks to a creative partnership with Heritage Academy art students.
"At first mention, some may think the idea sounds silly, but portable toilets are inevitable at outdoor festivals and special events, so why not make them more attractive?" said Amber Brislin, Main Street Columbus manager. She's talking about the Painted Privies contest, a new initiative that will put community art in unexpected places during Columbus' 17th annual Market Street Festival May 4-5.
I hear it all the time: "Will you be my workout buddy?" No, no I will not. I confess, I'm a little on the antisocial side and my gym time is "me" time. It's the one thing I do for myself and myself only. And for that two hours or so I like to be focused and in tune with my body. Not that there's anything wrong with an exercise buddy, especially if you're more of a social butterfly.
By the time you read this, the Easter Bunny will probably have already hopped into town and be on the way out. In fact, I thought I caught sight of that most festive of bunnies early this morning, peeking out from behind my yellow roses and artfully avoiding the thorns.