I know. I know. No one, but no one, wants to hear about your trip. The thing is, sometimes that's all you know to talk -- or write -- about, and one of those times is now.
It seems the world is still in love with braids. My first introduction to braids came through my kindergarten friends, Renee and Kellie, with their braided pigtails secured on the ends by giant yarn ribbons. Next, and many moons later, it was another Kelli, my brother's girlfriend, whose braided hair would give my heart palpitations.
If you are reading this, then I suppose you are probably still in this dimension, still breathing. Have you noticed anyone missing? Chris and I sat on our porch on "The" Saturday night waiting for something to happen. It seemed to me that traffic on our street was lighter than usual. So we called a few friends just to see if they were still here. All were.
Waylon Kelly walks among the butterfly bushes (buddleja davidii, to the purist) intrigued by lance-like clusters of tiny purple flowers in the new butterfly and reading garden at his elementary school.
When talking to people in the decorative arts field, I have been surprised at how little is known about Turkish corners.
On Wednesday, May 25, Lowndes County seniors will join an estimated 100,000 seniors across the nation to help promote active, healthy lifestyle through physical fitness, good nutrition and preventive care as part of National Senior Health & Fitness DayŽ. As an official host site, the Y and the Retired Senior Volunteer Program (RSVP) of Lowndes County will hold activities at the Columbus Riverwalk.
There came a moment in one of Johnathan DuFour's math classes one day that every teacher experiences. That moment, when each wonders if anyone cares.
New blues music -- and a pinch of voodoo -- will be in the air Friday night as Big Joe Shelton and the Black Prairie Blues Ambassadors team up with the Columbus Arts Council for a CD release show and print exhibit in the gallery of the Rosenzweig Arts Center at 501 Main St. in Columbus. The event will also lend a helping hand to the Smithville tornado relief effort.
A friend of mine sent me an email Monday advising me not to waste my time making a trip to Rolling Fork. I had sent him one earlier in the day letting him know that I was going over to witness the historic crest of the Mississippi River. He reported that the levee was closed to all visitors and warned that even if I weren't shot on sight, I would end up in the county lock-up.
It's been a busy and exciting week in "the city with nothing to do." The re-opening of The Hitching Lot Farmers' Market, especially "Family Saturday," was big news for early risers. Last week's Suzuki Strings sounded wonderful! I heard the music rolling through the parking lot before seeing the musicians and thought it was a symphony orchestra.
Forty-eight artists from eight area high schools are featured in the second annual Kappa Pi High School Invitational, sponsored by Mississippi University for Women's chapter of Kappa Pi International Honorary Art Fraternity.
Dr. Mark Bean, chair of the Department of Health and Kinesiology at Mississippi University for Women, has been honored with the 2011 Kossen Faculty Excellence Award.
It may be the inimitable Julia Child quiche lovers in the Golden Triangle should thank for popularizing the egg custard oven-baked pie filled with everything tempting and savory.
You say you are a human. Now, prove it. Wait, wait -- it's too easy to point to your face or to perform a tap dance as you sing "Bicycle Built for Two." That will not do at all.
Anywhere in the world, if you are in a group of people chatting, you will find yourself or find someone else talking in a way to attempt to produce laughter in those listening. It seems to be hardwired behavior for us, because it happens in every society we know. Not only do amateur humorists aim to bring laughter to others, professionals can get paid to do so, and the payment comes from people who buy tickets because they so value the laughter experience.
I've been thinking about writing a cookbook called "Cheater Cooking." The idea came to me when I was explaining to the girl at the Shell station why I wanted six chicken nuggets.
Images from the benefit concert Sunday in Columbus.
With the disastrous flooding in the Delta, some of the major floods of the Tombigbee River come to mind. The most serious floods in Columbus history occurred in 1847, 1892, 1948 and 1973. It is the flood of 1892 that is considered the benchmark.
It's just possible that Bill Poe is happiest these days sitting on his "observation deck," looking out over his own slice of Serengeti paradise. At a nearby watering hole, elephants play, their rippling melody refreshing as the sun sets on a long, hot day.
A few semesters ago I took a class at the W called Creative Non-Fiction. In spite of the course's oxymoronic title it was fun, and I learned a lot. The premise was that all truth is based on point of view. Two people could tell the story of a shared experience and each version would be entirely different.