Tuesday, I made the drive to Parchman to report on the execution of Willie Jerome Manning, who was convicted in 1994 of the 1992 murder of a pair of Mississippi State students in Starkville.
After learning from Internet "news" that real pearls feel gritty to the teeth and sago palms are poisonous to dogs, I decided to play a little music. I can't handle the information age.
It should've been the shot heard around the world. Chances are, you didn't hear it. An ominous sort of history was made last week near Austin, Texas, but it seems to have largely escaped notice. There was some media coverage, yes, but less than, say, Lindsay Lohan's latest stint in rehab, certainly less than you'd think for something whose ramifications will likely shadow us for years.
Enough with this "enough" business. Latest to the question of whether a person is sufficiently identifiable as belonging to a particular demographic is Ted Cruz -- the conservative Texas senator who happens to be of Hispanic descent.
Prairies form the heart of the Golden Triangle Region. Three miles across the Tombigbee River from Columbus was Pitchlynn's Prairie, which centered around John Pitchlynn's 1820s residence.
Sunday, as you had better know by now, is Mother's Day. Although motherhood has been celebrated throughout the world in some form or fashion since the beginning of humanity, the American version of the holiday is a relatively recent development.
In Leroy Brooks' version of the history of Juneteenth, in June of 1865, two months after the end of the Civil War, Union forces notified a group of slaves in Texas that they were free men, women and children. Upon learning this, the slaves in question went before the town council to secure funding for a spontaneous celebration.
Elections are like muscles: They're not much use unless you exercise them. Today across the Golden Triangle, voters have the opportunity to exercise one of our most fundamental rights as Americans.
If there is ever a contest for words that substitute for thought, "diversity" should be recognized as the undisputed world champion.
"Bam," the screen door slammed. "Bam," it slammed again. It's a new sound coming from the back porch. I love the sound of a screen door slamming. I love the way a screen door can make you feel like your outside even if you're inside.
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