The sky is falling! The sky is falling! Well, not really. But, when the heavens seem unable to hold birds, and the lakes and oceans cannot support sea life, it is not difficult to make the leap to doomsday.
Blow-drying your hair might not seem like that big of a deal to some of you. To others, it's like climbing a mountain. So, if you have mastered the art of getting from freshly-shampooed to perfectly-polished with ease, this message is not for you. Clip it out and share it with a friend.
A cartoon in our paper showed an addled scientist in a wizard's hat proclaiming, in our spate of winter weather, that global warming was the new global cooling. People have had a good deal of misunderstanding about global warming, and mocking egghead scientists might be satisfactory to those who want to say that there is no climate problem.
This is the time of year when the trivial seems extraordinary. Dates on the calendar have intense significance. Friday night's midnight deemed more momentous than every other midnight of the year. Bowl games and playoffs are anointed with profound importance. Rah! -- for the colleges. Rah! Rah! -- for the Super Bowl.
I am intrigued by the expression, "Happy New Year." While putting away the last of our Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer collection, my best friend from childhood phoned to wish me "Happy New Year."
I spent the greater part of last weekend watching re-runs of the entire season of "Sister Wives." You are probably thinking, "Well, why didn't you watch when the show first aired?" For some reason my DVR did not record it.
My mama did it. Her mama did it. Home hair color is not a new concept, just newly improved. Believe me when I say that it's not always "nice and easy" just because the brand says so! Here are some helpful tips.
During the recent holiday season something really grabbed my attention. We have now become a nation of numbers. That is not a particularly comfortable feeling for people like me, people who started their formal education in various schoolrooms throughout the country with an oppressive dread of being sent to the blackboard to work arithmetic problems.
We all know about Andrew Jackson's historic victory over the English at the Battle of New Orleans on Jan. 8, 1815. From television and movies we have learned that Jackson's army was composed not only of U.S. regular Army regiments but also backwoods militia and Jean Lafitte's Baratarian pirates. Actually, Jackson's army was even more diverse and represented a true cross section of the American South.
Everyone knows about the current Tea Party and its influence on our politics. Whether it will still be in play 20 years from now will have to be seen, but far more certain is that the original Boston Tea Party of 1773 will continue to be influential.
It is hard not to pay attention to optical illusions, and wonder how can it be that one line is not really longer than the other or one circle is not really darker than the other or all the other varieties that tell us our eyes lie to us.
You pick up a rock and it's just a rock. Jan Zalasiewicz picks up a rock and sees a history of the whole Earth. That's because Zalasiewicz is a geologist, so rocks have more meaning to him than they do to most of us.
I was thinking about the new year and how inevitably there will be changes. Sam is reading "The Shack." He shared the part where Mack goes to a broken-down dilapidated shack in wintertime; in 30 seconds the shack transforms into a nice cabin, and it's springtime.
By now Santa Claus must surely be back at the North Pole, utterly exhausted after his whirlwind trip through all those time and temperature zones on his annual marathon journey. Actually, a mere marathon pales by comparison.
It's the season for believing -- in Santa Claus, in miracles and in the magic of all that the holidays deliver. Ten years ago, a guy from a small town armed only with the passion to follow a dream and a few bobby pins arrived on the scene in Jackson, and it has been a rollercoaster ride from day one.
They say when one door closes, another one opens. Sometimes it's a window that opens. The portal does not matter. The meaning is the same.
The native American pig had become extinct at the end of the last Ice Age probably about 10,000 years ago. It was Spanish explorer Hernando de Soto who reintroduced what is now Alabama and Mississippi to pork.
Stepping into the spa, I felt the stresses and strains of Prairie life drain from my shoulders. I recognized the sounds of Pachelbel's Canon and knew I had found a home. The overstuffed couch wrapped its comforting arms around me like a long-lost mother. The receptionist said they'd be with me in a minute. For a rare moment, waiting was a pleasure.
It was in the early 1930s that community leaders in the Columbus area began pursuing an air base. Capt. Sam Kaye, Herman Owen and T C Billups were among the first to promote an air base or airport to be located at Columbus. Billups helped secure the full support of his old college friend, Congressman John Rankin, but that initial effort was unsuccessful.
For a while it seemed that the entire country of Israel was on fire. The heart of the Holy Land appeared to be turning into a wasteland of burnt bushes and ash. As I write this, things are looking up a bit. The blaze has been controlled.