I've written many letters in the past few years decrying the problems at MUW and shaking my rhetorical fist at those who were in my opinion responsible.
Congress should direct BP fines toward restoration of the Gulf.
A few weeks back during a two-person staff meeting that included a trip to Kudoz, a local coffee house, I found an answer to the foremost of my beekeeping woes.
Roses to Mississippi University for Women Interim President Allegra Brigham, the Mid-South Fly Fishers club, the volunteers of Clean Sweep Columbus, and Glenn Lautzenhiser.
I, too, enjoyed the article on the lost art of letter writing, and meant to respond earlier.
Reading news accounts last week brought to mind the many landmarks that Columbus has lost.
Many of us have them, tucked away in a box or closet: Letters that have been passed down through the generations.
Many police departments subscribe to the "broken window" theory of policing. This holds that police should get serious about preventing small crimes, such as vandalism.
How wonderful to think that April has been declared National Letter-Writing Month.
I am the proud owner of an 1890 Victorian home that I personally restored.
Opinions about Supervisor Leroy Brooks are often variations of two views. Many complain that Supervisor Brooks is a polarizing figure who rallies voters in his district with demagoguery. While others praise Supervisor Brooks as a fighter, willing to stand up to the establishment and the injustices of the status quo.
Many heartfelt thanks to all of our sponsors.
Planned Parenthood tries to hide behind the pious pose of 'providing health care for women'.
What's a food desert? Many of us in Mississippi, one of the nation's most fertile states, have limited access to healthy foods.
The effort to save Friendship House could not have been possible without the valiant efforts of so many in the community.
Karen Overstreet recently took a trip to Kenya through a local non-profit foundation. She has written a three part feature on her trip and provided us with these photos.
The other day I got a call from Sandra Boone complaining about the delivery of her mother's paper. "She loves her paper, been reading it for years," Boone told me. She went on to say that her mother is an amputee and her previous carrier had put the paper under a weight on her wheelchair railing on the back porch. Sandra added that her mother was a retired beautician.
What began as an afternoon of horseback riding and a glass of wine on the front porch, ended in an invitation to an adventure of a lifetime, a journey that was both joyful and heartbreaking, both life-giving and incredibly draining.
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