This week, Chris and I attended a party celebrating the marriage of our dear friends, Meagan and Clare. They had a romantic destination wedding, saying their vows under a vine-covered gazebo in New York's Central Park.
I adore magnolias. There's just something magical about the purity of those delicate blooms peeking from the backyard tree through the library windows at me while I write.
Last month, I wrote about getting mom the perfect Mother's Day rose. With Father's Day just a couple of weeks away, it's gift time again.
The Internet is blazing with videos of a group of gun enthusiasts flaunting some high-powered firearms at a Texas Jack In The Box.
The original "Gerber Baby," Ann Turner Cook, just turned 85 and is a great-grandmother.
You can hardly miss the yellow flowers of Coreopsis lanceolata along highways in the summer, so it's easy to see why this is the state wildflower of Mississippi.
There may never be in my life a time when I set any kind of record; but, if there were, it would probably be last week.
Marriages, and relationships of any sort, find ways to co-exist.
Splash! Grandson Jackson began summer on Monday by jumping into a pool for his inaugural dip. Memorial Day weekend is over and fun and sun have officially begun.
Some women find themselves in angst over whether to bid farewell to those long tresses, but not Kim Arnold. No, ma'am, indeed!
When my family moved to Columbus shortly before World War II, we rented a little house on Second Avenue North, before we could build one. We lived there two years, then moved to the house I lived in until I married.
A dizzying array of new plants for the home landscape and garden are promoted every year, and several of them originated along our roadsides and ditches.
This is an exciting time of year for the hundreds of grads in the Golden Triangl
Broadway Nite, Chinatown, Central Park -- the mention of such things might lead you to believe I'm reminiscing about a recent getaway to New York City.
Most of us only get one human mother. We also call the Earth "our mother."
There's nothing like preparing a meal using vegetables that were picked only five minutes earlier. That goal drives the efforts of many home gardeners.
Last weekend there was a reunion of sorts in Columbus, mostly of people connected with Lee High School football during a certain time span.
It may be because this is the 100th anniversary of Mother's Day. Or more likely, it's because of the enormous tree felled by recent storms in the backyard of the homeplace -- the house where my two sisters, brother and I were raised. But something has had my mother much on my mind.
The recent storms wreaked havoc on landscapes across north Mississippi.
It seems that the winter from Hades is finally over. We will probably not have another freeze for many months, the tornadoes have moved on (cross your fingers), and the monsoons have dissipated -- for now.