It is the time of year in Mississippi where, at some unsuspected turn in the road, the landscape turns a bright white.
It was the oddest thing. There beside the ducks' feeding bowl was a golden egg -- seriously, a golden egg.
One night Ray Mabus was on the veranda of the presidential palace in Mexico City observing that nation's independence day fireworks with the president of Mexico.
Monday through Friday from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Linda Swift sits in front of a large picture window with sagging Venetian blinds and sews.
In a week the Mississippi Bicentennial Celebration will kick off in Columbus.
Starkville has benefited recently from a number of changes to street designs.
A long time ago in a galaxy far away ... No. Let's leave "Star Wars" out of this. But there was a time -- and it does seem long ago -- when the Mississippi Legislature enacted a bevy of "good government" initiatives to help it do its job better.
The morning temperatures dropped into the low 70's and we were able to sit on the porch under the twirling ceiling fans. It was lovely for a few days following an awfully blistering summer. A couple of hummingbirds
Thursday evening while paddling on the river, I looked up at the moon and thought of Ansel Adams. Adams, you may know, was a photographer of the American West -- arguably the photographer of the American West -- known for his black-and-white prints that rivaled the grandeur of the landscapes they depicted.
It's interesting how projects and research often end up overlapping.
We all lost something valuable that day. It was just a matter of the degree.
I've been three times to the Ernest Hemingway house in Key West, Florida, hoping with each visit to find some secret to writing short, declarative sentences that resonate with the reading public and sell millions of books.
A couple of weeks ago, a Prairie neighbor, Kathy, said she was passing the Shell Station on the new road while talking on her cell phone when she noticed a banty hen, a real one, standing under the big sign that says "Chix-Fried Chicken."
It's too soon to cue up the wonderful Etta James for a refrain of "At Last," but the U.S. Department of Education has taken a step toward crimping the abuses too many students and all taxpayers have faced at the hands of "colleges" where the priority is profit.
Out of the blue comes an email from Larry Studdard. If you qualify for a senior discount at the picture show, went to high school in the area and paid attention to the sports pages of that time, you need no introduction.
"Why haven't you reported that Colin Kaepernick's actions are due to his radical Muslim beliefs? Why are you covering this up?"
In Noxubee County, east of Brooksville, flows Horse Hunters Creek.
It is easy, often tempting, to ignore the machinations of our state government.
Sometimes it's like other people know something I don't. Like maybe I didn't get the password or learn the secret handshake.
For every person who left this state in search of higher education last fall, more than five from other states enrolled at a Mississippi public university.
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