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.
Not all stores have consumer-friendly return policies, so be a savvy shopper this holiday season and read the fine print when purchasing gifts.
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.
If you haven't started planting your winter color, rest assured that it's not too late.
In the year since master guitarist Stephanie Jackson moved to Mississippi from Oklahoma City, Okla., she has come to be charmed by the smaller cities of the Golden Triangle, her new home.
Thanksgiving has passed and the holiday season is upon us. You may have noticed this by the tightening of your waistline. As we say in our home, there is no such thing as too much dessert. Anyway, now it is time to begin with our holiday decorations.