One of the mistakes in movies I always find funny is the opening scene where the director wants to set a locale in the mind of the viewer, so he might place the words "Washington, D.C." at the bottom of the screen, while at the same time showing the capitol or the Washington Monument, making such a caption unnecessary.
This week, my homepage had the nerve to suggest quick fixes for my décor dilemmas.
I remember my mama's weekly visits to the beauty salon downtown.
Civil War reenactment bands are noted for their playing of period music. Bands recreating Southern units are always thought of as playing Dixie and The Bonnie Blue Flag but the popular music of the South was much more varied.
"Hi, my name is Sarah," said the lovely young women as she pulled up a chair beside me. We chatted, and I learned that Sarah was collecting information for obituaries, a topic dear to my heart. I confessed my love for obituaries. I have been known to read out-of-town, even out-of-state, obituaries just for the pleasure of it.
Say "Cheese!" When it comes to being camera-ready, there are a few surefire ways to guarantee a picture-perfect result every time. I have worked alongside some of the best photographers, makeup artists and stylists in the business of "making pretty," so I have picked up a few tips along the way.
A week ago I underwent major heart surgery at Baptist Hospital in Columbus. While the surgery could not have gone any better and the doctors, nurses and staff could not have been any more caring, I am an outdoors person who could only look out of a window while spending four days in the Critical Care Un
Last weekend was a wild one in Columbus. We celebrated Mardi Gras downtown, turning Main and Fifth Streets into a mini French Quarter, with bands and artists and horse-drawn carriages. Saturday night, the Kudzu Social Aid and Pleasure Club took to the streets, with a costumed procession fashioned after the walking krewes of New Orleans.
The pixie has made a comeback! For some, such as Halle Berry and Sharon Stone, it was never gone, but a new generation of Hollywood starlets have been seen around town with a newer, more edgy version all their own.
An annual rite of spring is just around the corner. The 61st annual Junior Auxiliary Charity Ball will take place Saturday, April 2, at Trotter Convention Center.
All the talk about "priming" would lead folks to think less about makeup and more about something seen on HGTV or on the local home improvement do-it-yourself aisle. Nevertheless, we are speaking of cosmetics, and the vocabulary has changed quite a lot over the years.
I drove in late Tuesday night. I found this letter on my back door from one of my neighbors, a little girl.
"Teach your children well ... and feed them on your dreams ... " When Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young sang those lyrics in about 1970, many families were waging war with each other.
Turkey season will soon open, and hunters wearing the latest camo while carrying their favorite turkey calls will venture into the woods. The tradition of turkey hunting in the Tombigbee Valley goes back to the early Native Americans who were here even before the Historic Period Choctaws and Chickasaws.
A handful of yellow crocus poke their heads from under dry, brown leaves in one corner of what once was a garden. Persephone is emerging from the underworld. She reaches, tentatively, from Hades, but I almost wonder why.
Several weeks ago I got a nice surprise when I checked my e-mail. It wasn't as much an invitation as it was a notice: After some 15 or so years the old supper club was having a reunion.
One of my biggest pet peeves when it comes to makeup application is the belief some women have that more is better. Yes, if you are competing in the next episode of RuPaul's Drag Race series on VH-1, then by all means pile it all on! For most women, makeup should not be about covering up or camouflaging, but instead about emphasizing and shedding light on beautiful features already present.
When you consider collecting as a hobby, say stamp collecting, you expect for some collectors to be informal about their collections and others to be obsessive, and you expect some collectors to be in it for love and others for money.
She said she thought I'd understand as she shoved the folded paper in my hand. "I think they ought to know the other side. I thought you might tell them." She turned, gripped her walker and slowly moved away. I opened the paper; the message was handwritten on notebook paper.
Once upon a time, only children had imaginary friends. This was probably because they live rich fantasy lives. One of my favorite cousins truly believed that Dorothy, from "The Wizard of Oz," was her friend. Nevermind that a middle-aged Judy Garland died years before Natalia was born.