Storm clouds are all around us these days. Literal or symbolic, we are in the midst of eruptions made by God and made by man.
It's been a wild week for weddings. The Prince William and Kate Middleton nuptials were the big news. I was a bit dismayed that my invitation somehow did not catch up with me. Wrong address, I suppose.
We were walking through the then McRae's at the then Columbus Mall when Momma looked over at the display of fine china and crystal. The tables were arranged and appointed with dinner plates and bowls; crystal shimmered in spotlights while sterling silverware edged the plates.
The Yankees are coming! The Yankees are coming! These words struck terror in the minds of Civil War Columbus women. Although the Yankees never quite made it to Columbus until after the war, having been turned back by Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest and Gen. Gholson, they came very close.
I have heard blues music all my life but paid little attention to it until I was at Ole Miss.
Easter is a time of rebirth. No matter if Christian or pagan, most cultures find comfort in renewal. We celebrate the return of flowers from their winter's sleep, and the risen Christ.
Seems like only yesterday that I wrote about Joe (not his real name). You might not remember; he was the meth dealer I spent a day with some four or five years ago. I made a long road trip a few months ago, where I found him back at work for my client.
The Easter bunny hops into town with baskets spilling over with eggs decorated in all the colors of our imagination, but those eggs aren't the only color on our minds this season. The most popular question asked of me is, "What is the best hair color for me?"
The 1890s Friendship Cemetery square of Thomas Carleton Billups II often draws attention because of its large statue of an angel. It is an angel that faces west rather than the traditional east.
My neighbor said, "Don't you think Prairie life is like living in the '50s?" Her comment made me think about our lifestyle; physical labor and a slower pace is a good thing. When I move through life at a comfortable speed everyone around me is happier.
My morning chores just increased by one. Cormorants have come to the lake, and I don't think fire ant bites could annoy Sam more. As he leaves in the morning I mount the Gator and head yonder.
That morning while putting out cat food, I noticed a possum in the critter trap. We had extra family at the house and everyone was scurrying to get to church.
The family's been touting the benefits of upgrading my computer and Internet. "It's so easy," they said.
My college roommate called; we discussed our lives and I thought how far life is from "Ozzie and Harriet." Not that it's bad, just different.
Reading news accounts last week brought to mind the many landmarks that Columbus has lost.
It is said that, when we die, our life flashes before our eyes. We experience a sort of review, revealing our good deeds and a few things that might evoke regret. That may be true. But, in some ways, my life is already a constant re-run of events.
There is a lot of hoopla going on right now about the 150th anniversary of the start of the War Between the States. I thought it might be a good time to write about a little book Elayne Goodman leant me.
Feathers in the hair? I was born and raised alongside roosters and hens, chasing them across the barnyard on my daddy's farm in rural Mississippi, and to tell the truth, never once thought of chicken feathers as a hair accessory.
Go through any city and you will find graffiti written on any available surface. The stuff we see nowadays is usually spray-painted, and while some of it is just stupid and offensive, some has real artistry and style. Graffiti, of course, was not invented along with the spray can. It could famously be found on the walls of Pompeii, and also in Rome and in Egypt, and just about everywhere else in the ancient world.
T. S. Eliot must have been a bit dyslexic. He added an extra "L" in the word cruelest and omitted an "L" and a "T" in his last name. (My opinion, only). Still, he was an amazing poet.