There is no subtle way to say this. This cake screams Christmas.
When Walter Parks visited Columbus earlier this year for a solo concert at the Rosenzweig Arts Center, he earned encore calls and rave reviews from the sold-out crowd. He returns Tuesday, Dec. 4, at 7 p.m. with a different vibe.
Usually at this time each year, the congregation of First Baptist Church in Columbus is preparing to erect an open-air "village" that represents the Bethlehem of ancient times.
The Golden Triangle is within easy traveling distance of some of the best entertainment in the South. Support arts and entertainment at home, and when you're on the road, these might pique your interest.
It's difficult to know if composer George Frideric Handel imagined, 271 years ago, that his "Messiah" score would be so beloved, so revered, so widely-performed almost three centuries after he wrote it in 24 swift days of inspiration.
Several weeks ago, I wrote about how much I enjoy pansies for the cool-season garden. These are really easy plants to grow, and they provide great color during colder winter temperatures.
Over in neighboring Montgomery, Ala., lives a young man with cerebral palsy who has earned a bit of local fame as "the grave tender."
A few days ago, my friends Mary Beth Plant and Holly Jeter stopped by for a visit. They had not been in our house for a very long time. "Mary Beth," asked Holly, "what don't you see in here?"
I've mentioned before that I loathe the word "diet" and, of course, this includes all of those gimmicky diet books. While these days some of them do have solid nutritional information, it's the misleading titles that really bug me.
I love colored lights, and not only the newer variety, but also the old-fashioned kind with big bright bulbs on what seem like endless strands of enchantment. Green, blue and red, twinkling, flashing or burning steadfast through a winter's window or framing the mantle of a crackling fire, I love them in all their configurations.
The Compassionate Friends of the Golden Triangle invite families who have lost a child or grandchild to an area-wide candlelighting service of remembrance Sunday, Dec. 9, at West Point's First Presbyterian Church.
This month, some kids have visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads, and others dream of finding a new furry, four-legged family member under the tree.
My new book, "Columbus Chronicles, Tales of East Mississippi," came out a little over a week ago and I have had a whole slew of people ask me about the cover picture.
As the days inch closer to Christmas each December, my husband and I know we're going to hear a knock on the door one evening. It will be a neighboring family, from down the road. They'll bring us gifts of Christmas carols and a delicious assortment of homemade goodies from their kitchen.
The problem with buttermilk is there isn't a lot of "real" buttermilk around.
Of all the many green vegetables available to us, we tend to be profoundly lacking inspiration when it comes to selecting one for holidays.
At 5:30 a.m. on cold, dark November mornings, most teenagers are still snug in their beds, with visions of school tests or holidays ahead. But at the greenhouses of Palmer Home for Children in Columbus, something is stirring, and it's not the Christmas mice.
One big holiday is over. I suppose we are all thankful for that.