You've probably been hearing a lot about the Trump Administration's "zero tolerance" policy on immigration, either from Trump and his surrogates or from every Mississippi Republican currently holding office in D.C. or campaigning for one of those seats.
My good friend, we'll call him Richard, caught up with me at church. "Girl," he said, "did you see this issue of National Geographic? It's about all that plastic ending up in the ocean."
Some protesting the U.S. Supreme Court's ruling in Masterpiece Cakeshop vs. Colorado Civil Rights Commission contend the 7-2 decision proved the justices hate gays.
Turtle has just one plan at a time, and every cell buys into it. -- Ted Kooser, poet It's not often you see a box turtle swimming across a river. At first glance, it appeared to be a snake engorged with prey it had just swallowed. When I pulled close and realized what it was, I turned the boat to watch.
Although Columbus was not officially recognized as the "Town of Columbus" until a December 6, 1819, act of the Alabama legislature, its founding may have been 200 years ago this weekend.
There is one immutable truth for Democrats in Mississippi: Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, comes easy.
As surely as the sun rose today, there are people in our community whose lives seem irreparably broken.
My neighbor, Allene, lives over on the creek. "Have you seen more snakes this year than usual?" she asked. I was a little surprised because, yes, I had seen more snakes lately than I'd seen in all my years. I was hoping it was a fluke, but maybe not.
The longer it's around, the more it appears social media has the wrong name. It's really antisocial media. Be assured this is not a rant about mom, dad, Junior and Sis sitting at a table each engaged on his or her mobile device. It's not even a lament of all the visceral comments people make, anonymously or otherwise, on Facebook or Twitter. All of that is real, of course, but it's old news.
Greenpeace once sold a T-shirt with a picture of a dinosaur and the caption "Extinct means forever." That phrase well applies to some beautiful birds that once graced our skies.
Call someone obsessive, and you run the risk of sounding critical. Yet, I meant it as the highest compliment for the late Gill Harris, the beloved engineer, musician, raconteur, gourmand, father and husband.
Good sense took a beating Thursday in the Mississippi Supreme Court.
Will Morgan Freeman be the person who brings perspective to the conversation? If so, that would be a good thing.
After about the fourth time a frozen baggie of crappie fillets fell out of the freezer and onto the floor, I figured we needed to find some different recipes to use up some crappie fillets.
The year 1736 was a pivotal year in the history of the Tombigbee River Valley.
The plan had been in place for months. Dr. Jim would drive over from Cleveland at daybreak and ferry us to Dennis Landing where we would launch our kayaks into the big river and paddle downstream 15 or so miles to Terrene Landing where Doc would have left our truck and trailer.
"Make Your Bed," by Admiral William H. McRaven (U.S. Navy, retired), lay on the coffee table.
Bennie Thompson and Mike Espy are African-American men. That's what they have in common. Other than both being members of the Democratic Party, that's about all they have in common.
Rosa Parks was not opposed to buses. Gandhi harbored no ill will against food. As far as we know, our Forefathers liked tea just fine.
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