There is nothing like a good front porch in the spring and summer.
The world is much smaller than it used to be.
It's a glorious day. The sun is finally shining and the temperature is still mild. The air is softly scented with the wildness of privet hedge and honeysuckle.
There were just too many of them and far too few of us. We couldn't stop them.
The last few weeks have provided reminders of just how blessed our communities are with great teachers.
True words are often said in jest, it has long been said.
It concerned us recently when Columbus municipal judge Marc Amos was called before the city council and asked to explain a bond he set on April 13.
Tracy is tired. She was tired even before Baltimore burned this week.
The U.S. Civil War ended 150 years ago this month and Monday, Mississippi celebrated Confederate Memorial Day.
Former Gov. Haley Barbour, whose pristine pedigree in Republican America is unmatched, inspired a headline a few of weeks ago with a speech on Mike Espy Scholars Day at Jackson's historically black Tougaloo College.
Remember when "the birds and the bees" was a euphemism for the "facts of life" which was a euphemism for sex?
After all, NRA chief Wayne LaPierre traded his dog whistle for an air horn at a recent gathering of the gun faithful in Washington, D.C. "I have to tell you," he said, "eight years of one demographically-symbolic president is enough." Subtle, it was not.
Recently there was a television series about some treasure hunters out west having found an old map that they thought would lead them to a long lost gold mine.
So I'm standing in line waiting to place my order at the Old Country Bakery in Brooksville and this voice says, "Why didn't you say in your column that you ate here?"
A rose to everyone who participated in this year's Relay for Life, including sponsors, volunteers and members of the community who made donations to the cause.
Common sense. I was taught early on good and bad, right and wrong. The neighborhood moms would not hesitate to correct, discipline or call home. We were not allowed the luxury of saying my parents were the reason for my actions.