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.
Recently Columbus lost a very good friend. After a long fight with health problems, Philip Meador passed away in California.
Sam called from the office, "I got the mail, and there's good news and bad news." The good news was I got a package, a gift of books, from a friend. The bad news was we got the electric bill, as well.
Tomorrow may be the holiday that inspires more angst than all the others combined. Love can seem elusive, meant for other people.
I sat on a the light blue Formica of my childhood home's bathroom counter more than a few times in awe of my mama.
I think the first time I heard of liquid crystals, they were used for a silly purpose, within the Mood Rings which were a fad 30 years ago. The "gem" held by the ring changed color; the color-change was based on the temperature of the finger, and of course that had nothing to do with the wearer's mood.
It was a glorious sun filled day with beautiful flowers covering a wide plain. Among the few trees was a giant centuries old Red Oak that overshadowed an immense area. For ages the great oak had defied all storms. However, though it had survived many centuries unscathed, it still had not accomplished the purpose for which the Great Spirit had planted it.
Early on, I started work for an insurance salesman on Main Street. He hadn't had a secretary in a very long time. The only phone was on his desk.
Almost 24 years ago, I held her mother, then a newborn, in my clumsy, unaccustomed arms, and I fell hopelessly and madly in love, as my sister-in-law rested from her labor and I rocked baby Courtney for the first time.
When I was a very young child I was fascinated by anything Egyptian. My cats were named Anthony, Cleopatra and Nefertiti. I thought Egyptians wore lots of dark eye liner and walked in a strange twisted way, with their hands held in an uncomfortable, stiff pose.
In 1959 came to Broadway one of the best musicals ever, "Gypsy: A Musical Fable." It was indeed a fable, a musicalized version of the memoir by Gypsy Rose Lee, a memoir which was itself highly fictional.
Ever since Eve was forced to vacate the Garden of Eden and give up her wardrobe of leaves, the question of what to wear has been foremost on women's minds.
Before stepping up to your nearest makeup counter, you should know a few things. First of all, remember that those smiling faces greeting you are called "beauty advisors" for a reason.