We live in a world of too much, but can one ever have too much beauty knowledge? Tips, tricks and tidbits that might be trivial to some could be the difference in the life and death of bangs gone wrong or cheek color that leaves you less than blushing.
In an early scene of "Sweet Bird of Youth," Chance Wayne tells The Princess Kosmonopolas that he always keeps a spare name in his pocket. "Don't you?" he asks her.
Intermittently, teasingly, autumn approaches. The nights have been cooler for several weeks. Even the days bring a frisson of winter. After a harsh, hot summer it feels good.
True story: Once when I suggested an au current chin-length crop to a certain lady, she paused, shook her head from left to right and said, "It's sounding like a bob, and I have one of those at home." Turns out she was right. Bob was her husband. Apparently, one was enough!
The Columbus Fair begins this Tuesday and I have been asked when was the first fair in Columbus? Carolyn Burns has researched the origins of the fair in Lowndes County and has found some interesting history.
Columbus has a problem -- ninjas.
I love weddings -- and almost anything about them. Television shows about bridal gowns or elaborate cakes, or most especially about brides behaving badly, mesmerize me. I never tire of the angst of brides deciding between the $10,000 designer dress or the nicer one for $20,000.
My first memory associated with the exchange of currency for beauty was 20 years ago.
Aliceville, Ala., was the site of one of the largest prisoner of war camps in the United States during World War II. Construction of Camp Aliceville began in August 1942 and the first prisoner of war arrived in June 1943.
If you are like me, you take off all your clothes in order to change into other clothes, to bathe, to sleep, or to make love. You do not get naked to advance your religion, nor promote a good harvest, nor to support a political or social cause, nor gain money, nor participate in artistic display.
Sam and I attended the wedding of my cousin, Mandy Powell. Momma and her nine siblings were from Natchez. Then "Powell" came to visit one day and stayed.
The Atlantic Ocean is bubbling and boiling with storms. The names Earl and Fiona hardly sound threatening. However, they are turning the ocean waters into a witches' cauldron, swirling and smoky. As I write this, there are none in the Gulf, but that may change soon.
Later this week, Sept. 10, Maxine Mason will retire from the Sunflower Store on Military Road. She has worked there for 31 years, 28 of them as manager. Now she says she and her husband, Bill, want to do some traveling, "while we still can."
Aunt Trucene had a flair for hair. Backcombing was her specialty. I hear tell that her beehives could and did hold their own through several hurricane-force winds back in the early 1970s.
A week ago Terry and I drove to Chattanooga, Tenn., for a wonderful weekend. The impetus for the trip was another of the Southern Foodways Alliance event, this time a Potlikker Film Festival held at Warehouse Row in Chattanooga. Two of my favorite people (who happen to be married) live on Lookout Mountain, so we needed little incentive to go.
There are a number of aeronautical or aerospace accomplishments that might be called "the flight of the century."
With the end of the Second World War, there was much that had to be repaired, and among the human repairs that were needed was hunting the former Nazis that joined the teeming displaced masses.
The Golden Gate Bridge is on anyone's list of the most beautiful bridges, and is one of the most spectacular of engineering and artistic achievements.
There is something different about a person after the person dies. The once-living flesh rots away, and turns into dust which is made up of elements that are no different from elements everywhere else.