Because we are complex bags of chemicals with countless processes that must run exactly right if we are to continue our heartbeats and breathing, there is a huge number of poisons that will do us in. Among the most famous is arsenic; without its fame, for instance, the title of the stage and movie classic Arsenic and Old Lace would not have its sting.
Daniel Wressell, corporate pastry chef with E. Guittard Chocolate Co., tempted the sweet tooth of Mississippi University for Women culinary arts students earlier this spring when he visited Columbus. In a demonstration arranged by MUW's Chef Erich Ogle, the California-based chocolatier showed how the cacao tree's luscious product can be transformed into an artistic statement.
Starkville High School student Ryan Mott is a featured artist in a just-released book by renowned paranormal author and researcher Brad Steiger.
Every year, Mississippi University for Women's Office of Community Service partners with a local organization to coordinate a day of service. This year, the office worked to renovate a halfway house for women who have been released from prison.
Willie King's non-profit organization, the Rural Members Association, announces the 13th annual Freedom Creek Festival to be held at the traditional location in Old Memphis, near Aliceville, Ala., where Willie lived before his untimely passing March 8, 2009.
The Society of Mississippi Archivists (SMA) announces the unveiling of its organizational page on the social networking site Facebook.
They hail from across the United States -- Australia and England, as well. Sixty-three contemporary printmakers whose work was chosen to document in the just-released "Printmakers Today," a 256-page full color compendium on those who create "museum quality work" while translating an ancient art with 21st century vision and technical skill.
"'If seven maids with seven mops; Swept it for half a year; Do you suppose,' the Walrus said; 'That they could get it clear?'; 'I doubt it,' said the Carpenter; And shed a bitter tear." When Lewis Carroll wrote "The Walrus and the Carpenter" in 1865, this stanza was referring to "great quantities of sand." He could not have known how many bitter tears would be shed over beach cleanup.
While eating lunch in my car at the city parking lot across from the Baptist church, I spotted a small boy about the age of 4 walking with great purpose. He was on the sidewalk passing by "Fourth Estate."
Bangs are a surefire way to accessorize the season. Snip, snip, snipping is so last year and trims are passť.
This weekend is the spectacular air show at Columbus Air Force Base. Several people have asked about how long an air base has been here. The answer surprised most people, as Columbus Air Force Base was not the first pilot training base in the area.
The abundant beauty of spring has followed a long, hard Golden Triangle winter. And what better way to put the final exclamation point on Mother Nature's glowing transition than with openings Saturday of Columbus' Hitching Lot Farmers' Market and the Starkville Community Market?
"Window! We've got a window coming up!" The shout is heard above bursts from a nail gun and the buzz of power saws. Everyone makes way for a trio of women in bright red Habitat for Humanity T-shirts, transporting yet another finished window frame. They hoist it up to volunteers on the second floor level, one more step in turning piles of lumber into a home for a displaced family of six.
When Mavis Daves left her home in Greenwood to move across the hall from her sister at Trinity Place Retirement Community in Columbus almost two years ago, one of the hardest separations was leaving behind her lovingly-maintained and glorious gardens. But hers is one green thumb that wouldn't give up. Daves gently lobbied for a bit of ground, any ground, so she could brighten the corner where she lives. The results are a source of beauty for Trinity residents and visitors alike.
I was recently asked if I had any information as to the name of the doctor who delivered Tennessee Williams when he was born in Columbus in 1911.
This is the time we think about mothers and their children. It will be a difficult day for my sister and brother and I. We lost our mother only a few months ago. I handle my grief with complete denial.
What piqued her interest was the memory of visiting our West Point grandparents when she heard the Rabbit Foot Minstrel was coming to town.
Momma never wanted to stay home, not ever. We were a bit at odds about that toward the end. "Momma, gas is $5 a gallon. We can't just ride around all day."
Pardon me as I stray from my usual topics of lipsticks, mascaras and bangs for this column, but last Friday morning my definition of "beauty" was expanded when the historic house we called home was destroyed by fire. The phone rang in Jackson, where I was visiting with our four dogs, Naomi, Stella, Lillian and Sophia, and I have not been the same since.
Sarah Crowley exudes a gamine charm that belies her senior years. With a seemingly-permanent chuckle, she shares humorous tidbits of life as a jewelry addict, surrounded by tables adorned with ultramarine lapis, shimmering freshwater pearls, golden coral, jet black beads and every hue of turquoise.
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