On Friday afternoon a week ago, as I set out to run my errands before the weekend, I decided to take the scenic route to East Columbus down Military Road and Highway 12 to Lehmberg. As I passed Wolf Road to my left, I noticed Beard's Produce that I had frequented in the past. Somehow it had slipped my mind this spring. I adore a good produce stand. There's something just so nostalgic and reminiscent of a simpler time. And so I vowed to swing back by on my way home to pick up a few things for our first summer soiree of the season.
All my bags were packed for my week at the beach, and I had finessed my essential skin creams into a clear quart ziplock bag along with my other toiletries. The dogs were on high alert as I scrambled from room to room checking things off my list. They knew something was up, and they didn't like it.
This upcoming Mother's Day takes on special meaning for Brent Davidson and his mom, Carol Davidson. Since recently deciding to team up commercially, they've made new discoveries about each other and added a fresh dimension to their already-strong bond.
For years, Gail Funderburk moved in the banking world. One of the friendly faces of Trustmark Bank in Columbus, her days were shaped by finite numbers and critical tallies. Her friend, Becky Abrams, spent 22 years in the classroom as a music educator, a joy occasionally weighted by paperwork and regulations. But, enter Act II. Retired and energized, both Funderburk and Abrams are now free to scratch creative itches, a luxury postponed during full-time careers. Today, Funderburk does her adding and subtracting with clay, molding bowls, trays and vessels in a "Jimmy Buffet blue" workshop tucked in the woods of western Lowndes County.
I wish I had a plot. I do not mean a plot of ground; I wish I had a plot for a novel or a play. I know for sure that I have plenty of characters, but so does a dictionary. A dictionary is not really good reading or entertainment.
Standing at the window of my gym looking out onto the beautiful sunny, breezy afternoon in downtown Columbus, I'm struck with the dreaded thought I was sure I'd eradicated from my brain: "I don't want to be here."
In conjunction with the National Day of Prayer May 3, the privately-funded Christian Community Organization invites citizens of Columbus and surrounding areas to join in an observance Thursday outside the Lowndes County Courthouse at 502 Second Ave. N.
When Jim Tucker graduated from S.D. Lee High School in 1952, it's possible he imagined that, six decades later, he might return to Columbus for a milestone class reunion. But he could not have envisioned he'd be sitting beside his daughter, signing books filled with memories from a significant part of his life.
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.