When Darren Leach was 9 years old his grandmother told him he was going to be a preacher. It took more than three decades — not until 2007 — for Macy Jones’ prophecy to come true.
Whenever something gets torn up, people tend to pay more attention. So it is with Military Road in Columbus.
Kinda has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think? After 20-plus years as a Lowndes County Supervisor, he deserves it! Why not vote for Mr. Brooks to be the new president of the Lowndes County Board of Supervisors? Mr. Brooks should demand that he be voted in as the new president! If they don’t vote for him as Board president, then he should sue (then settle for a raise and a chunk of cash).
A recent New York Times article, “Depression’s upside,” explores something known as rumination, the thought process that defines depression. Some people are more prone to rumination — which essentially is stewing over things — than others.
What are we to make of the resignation of Harry Sanders as president of the Lowndes County Board of Supervisors?
Friday afternoon on the way to meet a friend at the Riverwalk, a poster on a downtown store window caught my eye.
A rose to the MUW’s theater department, department head William “Peppy” Biddy, director Brook Hannemann, thespians, backstage workers and other participants in the college’s presentation of William Shakespeare’s “A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream.”
Recent events at Ole Miss make me wonder if someone broke into the marijuana farm and is handing out free samples.
I want to express my concern that progress on health care reform has stalled. If we let Washington gridlock take over, millions of Americans will still be denied affordable care by insurance companies because of their age or their medical history.
On a recent Thursday afternoon Daylan Hairston stood outside a metal building scrubbing the inside of a car hood balanced on two sawhorses. Hairston, 19, is a senior at Victory Christian Academy, and has the good fortune of already knowing what he wants to do with his life. Daylan plans to work in the auto body shop of Art Johnson, a man who claims Hairston as his “adopted” grandson.
When I picked up a hitchhiker named John last Friday on Highway 82, I never dreamed what a stir he and I would cause in the community.
Mississippi State Bulldog fans; Columbus Municipal School District Teacher of the Year Cindy Ming; Lowndes County Board of Supervisors; and Caledonia teacher Terry Wiygul
Flying in a military jet across far northern Canada one night, I encountered as brilliant a display of northern lights, or the aurora borealis, as I had ever seen that provoked both scientific and spiritual thoughts.
Is this the beginning of the end for The W? As much as we might hope otherwise, it would appear so. The state College Board on Thursday charged Mississippi State University and Mississippi University for Women to explore consolidating operations.
Lots of Mississippi school districts are in bad shape — 52 out of 152 are either ranked at risk of failing, or failing, according to the state Department of Education. 37 more are on the bubble. And for John Jordan, that means business is a-boomin’.
On Wednesday in Parkinson Hall on the Mississippi University for Women campus, Jim Hill presented a program called “The Secret Life of Stars”. The next evening in the same building the hip-hop artist Chuck D. offered a rambling discourse on music, politics and popular culture.
I am saddened to read some of the online posts in response to the article in the Dispatch today about the open forum in Starkville.
I write this with a heavy heart. My normal, optimistic demeanor has been sidetracked by the recent announcement by the Mississippi State Legislature to effectively kill the name change for our University. I am truly hopeful that the Mississippi University for Women will be able to survive as a standalone institution, but I am also realistic… and I know that our name is a tremendous hindrance on our ability to recruit students. The statistics are remarkable.
My drill sergeant comes by to make sure I’m not about to pass out every five minutes or so. It’s obvious to her that other than a couple months’ worth of early morning walks with my sister last year this is my first true workout in well over three years, and I’m struggling.
Late Friday morning I happened to be cruising west on Highway 82 out of Columbus when, on the side of the road, I saw a solitary figure with a bag at his feet and his thumb in the air.
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