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.
Author Deborah Johnson has been awarded the 2010 Mississippi Library Association Award for Fiction for her novel "The Air Between Us" (Harper Collins). The debut work, set in the fictional town of Revere, Miss., in 1966, looks at how the murder of a white man ripples through a town already struggling with integration.
The funniest Christmas story I ever read appeared years ago in one of the women's magazines; I forget which. Will Stanton was the author.
If you know me, then you know that I love glitter! Ever since I was knee high to a grasshopper, anything that shines, sparkles or shimmers has made my heart beat faster.
Columbus certainly appears to be wrapped in the spirit of the season. It seems that yards are decorated a bit earlier this year. Chris and I got our tree up only a few days after Thanksgiving. This is my goal every year, but not always my reality.
I dragged out the Christmas lights this weekend and began unraveling the many tangled cords of festive little bulbs of colored joy. It took some time as I sat thinking near boxes of last year's decorations, nutcrackers from my childhood, Christopher Radko snow globes bundled up cozily in bubble wrap, and ornaments galore.
I am a strict and fervent teetotaler, so I might be the wrong person to review "Punch: The Delights (and Dangers) of the Flowing Bowl" (Perigee) by David Wondrich.
You are looking at it right now, and if it is doing its job, you don't even notice it. It might represent a creation that has taken centuries to come to its current state of perfection, or it might be something that a dedicated specialist worked on for years and brought out a decade ago. It represents artistry directed within a circumscribed realm.
Last week, a man in Black Earth, Wisconsin, was arrested for shooting his television set. Apparently he was unhappy with the outcome of the latest episode of "Dancing With The Stars." It seems that he had an issue with Bristol Palin's performance. That moment of "appliance-cide" led to a 14-hour standoff.
On Saturdays in the fall, many of us enjoy working in our gardens, in addition to cheering on our favorite team. As the temperatures continue to drop and the rains become more frequent, fall gardening gets exciting.
Thanksgiving. It is that special time of year when, since the early days of this nation, people have given thanks for the harvests that would feed them through the non-productive winter months. Of course, it was not official until Sara Hale, editor of "Godey's Ladies Book," persuaded President Abraham Lincoln to declare and designate a national Thanksgiving Day.
A current conversation beginning in carpool lines and spilling over into fifth-grade homework time is less about long division and more about hair color. Yes, it's true, young ladies are living in the shadows of highlighted older sisters, moms and grandmothers, so naturally the topic comes up.
Ball games have been a part of Native American culture since prehistoric times. Early French missionaries among the Choctaw found them playing a form of stickball in 1729. Stickball in various forms was popular among almost all Indians in eastern North America. It was from stickball that the modern game of lacrosse evolved.
Lenora, my Prairie neighbor, asked if I could take care of their animals while she and her family ventured north in search of respite. I quickly agreed, only to find out this meant feeding horses, cats, a dog, rabbits and chickens.
Prince William of England has finally proposed to his longtime love, Kate Middleton. This is big news all over the world.
Most of us think we know the rules. At a very young age we learned to always say "please" and "thank you," wash our hands and share our toys. Sometimes the rules can be confusing. Our mothers taught us to be polite, but never speak to strangers.
Do you remember the fable about the young man who had heard all his life about a magnificent house with golden windows? Finally he set out on a search to find it.
Michele is an amazing mother. Her techniques are novel, and I love to eavesdrop on her parenting conversations. As the primary caregiver to her teenaged girls I know it hasn't been easy, not at all. It was after the girls were born that she went to college, got a degree and a good job to support them.
This Thursday marks Veterans Day. I have been blessed to have grown up as a child surrounded by relatives who were veterans of not only World War II, but also World War I and the Spanish-American War.