The July-August issue of "Readers' Digest" carries a feature in which people make short comments about places that have meaning for them. Mississippi has two: one about Smithville recovering from last year's tornado, and one by Morgan Freeman about why the Delta is special to him. Columbus did not have an entry. One would not expect it to; there is no special reason for us to be included. The article did make me think, however. What would one say about Columbus if invited to do so? I decided to give it a try.
I'm not one to complain much about the heat. I'm a summer girl through and through and will take 100 degrees and humidity over a frigid barren winter day any time. And besides, it's nothing a little river or lake time, a pool day, or even a spray of the water hose can't fix.
I confess that I do love the Kardashians! There, I said it. On an episode last week, Kim got in touch with her playful side by visiting a wig shop in Los Angeles just for the heck of it. I confess that I do love the Kardashians! There, I said it. On an episode last week, Kim got in touch with her playful side by visiting a wig shop in Los Angeles just for the heck of it. Of course, she would spend the rest of the episode sporting a different wig every day to freak her family out. Neon pink, platinum blonde and even a short pixie kept her family wondering if she was totally losing it. I think it's fabulous to step way outside your comfort zone, and it's only then that you can truly experience that new side of you that is thrilling, surprising even.
The Summer Olympics open later this month in London. Athletes from all over the globe will vie in over three dozen contests. There are competitions in everything from archery to sailing. At least three involve riding bikes; six use balls, and some contenders will ride horses or sail boats, or paddle canoes. It all sounds horribly exhausting. Many of us here in the Golden Triangle are wondering just how those Olympians gather the energy to take on such Herculean tasks. For heaven's sake, surviving summer in this part of the world is a feat of Olympian magnitude. We deserve medals for endurance. I am suggesting a few contests in which we might excel.
When the mercury rises, we know it's summertime down here in the South. As we have all been told since we were young'uns, "It's hotter than blazes." Well, you don't have to succumb to the 100 degree temps without some hot options for beating the heat, at least when it comes to your hair. Nothing is more glamorous than an "updo" this summer. My favorites are right off the pages of In Style, Vogue and Harper's Bazaar.
Like most folks these days, I depend on technology to keep my life running smoothly, keep up with friends and family, and entertain myself for hours on end. But did you know that techie gadgets can actually help you get fit or even lose weight?
I read with interest this week that former New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin has been under investigation by federal authorities, and is having his day in court. You might remember him as mayor during the Hurricane Katrina crisis. That was a tragedy of Biblical proportions. Yet, Nagin may have added to the damage by making public statements during the disaster that were offensive and racist.
I have a lot of friends who are writers. We have long conversations about theme and point of view and word count. We talk about fiction, for the most part. Although some write news and current events, creative writing is closer to our hearts.
I started experimenting with the ever-so-popular "green monster smoothies" earlier this summer in hopes of catapulting past a post out-of-town decorating
June is the traditional month for weddings. I am often interested in the many ways brides and their mammas find to make the ceremony unique. It is, hopefully, a unique occasion in the young couple's lives. Of course, they want it to be different, at least in some little way, from all the others.
I confess there was a time between adolescence and my 30th birthday when I was addicted to the sun. Tanning beds were my best friends, along with silver reflective sun blankets and baby oil. The sun was my drug, and I was an addict.
For every new father who has cradled a newborn in his arms and fervently wished someone out there taught a course on becoming a good dad -- well, someone does. For each man aspiring to be a better role model for his children, a helping hand is extended. For any father willing to step up to heal fractured family relationships, support is waiting. Through weekly classes, the Fatherhood Initiative represents a committed network of people in the Golden Triangle who help dads fulfill their precious, irreplaceable roles in the lives of their children.
It was sad news last week when The Times Picayune, New Orleans' daily paper became New Orleans' three-day-a-week paper. After 175 years, the publication is going digital, and no more home delivery. Mon Dieu! What a tragedy.
I've always been captivated by the idea of having a thriving vegetable garden reminiscent of my great-grandparent's and Ryan's grandparents'. Most of my husband's childhood memories of both his maternal and paternal grandparents revolve around two things: their legendary green thumbs and, of course, the simple yet mouthwatering meals created from their garden bounty.
Just the other day an age-old myth raised eyebrows at the salon amidst the yellow roses, somewhere near the current issue of Veranda and most definitely surrounded by two beautiful ladies sitting regally on my antique red settee.
These days a power walk around the block a few days a week just doesn't cut it. Lately the fitness motto seems to be, "Go hard or go home." And with all of the hardcore training routines out there, from at-home DVDs such as P90x and Insanity to group classes like R.I.P.P.E.D. and CrossFit, it's easy to see why.
May 5, 1945, was a typically beautiful spring day in Plzen, Czechoslovakia. The sun shone; flowers bloomed everywhere. But two hostile armies occupied the city. The Second Infantry Division of the U.S. Army were coming in on the southern flank for Allied forces in World War II. Germany held the city, but their resistance was fading.
We live in a place rich with history. Pilgrims come to the South from all over the world just to walk in the shadows of our past. This does not seem strange to us.
I remember my mama's arsenal of hairstyling tools from an early age. When you look at today's innovations, you might think she could as well have been beating two rocks together like a cave woman. Her hair dryer was about as small as a closed fist. It was the most offensive shade of tan, and it buzzed so loudly my daddy couldn't even hear the animals roaring on "Wild Kingdom."
Well, the question that everyone wants to know from last week's column is, "Did Ryan and your dad catch any fish?" and "What did you do with them?" I was so excited about my gourmet camp food that I left out any details about why we were on Horn Island in the first place.