"Since time memorial the Choctaw Indians have lived in Mississippi, and have made baskets of the reed cane which grows in the swamps of the south." So begins a ca. 1920 letter from Mrs. J.E. Arnold, a Baptist missionary to the Choctaw in Union.
In 1953 the French writer Jean Giono published a thin volume, titled, "The Man Who Planted Trees." The story's narrator, hiking alone in the south of France, comes upon a desolate, treeless valley covered in wild lavender. The year is 1910.
On Nov. 1, 1980, John Bond became a king and I became one of his subjects.
From the front porch I studied the lake and the fields and deer grazing along the tree line.
It is a simple marble military headstone in a sea of more than a thousand white marble military headstones. It is not a soldier, though, who is buried there.
There are the obvious, direct and immediate benefits of having a strong national standing for your football team. And there are some indirect benefits.
As with many public policies, the idea of a government-set minimum wage started small.
I despise country music and I'm not too keen about the music you generally hear in church, either. This was not always the case.
Let's pause in praise of nurses.
Sam said the Saints game would be over in 5 minutes 29 seconds and then we could go for a bike ride but I'd been around that block before and I knew that a televised game of 5 minutes would be at least another 30 so I headed out to the lake.
I recall years ago that Greenpeace had a T-shirt out with a dinosaur pictured on it. The text around the dinosaur said, "Extinct means forever."
It is a little after 2 p.m. Friday and Shawn O'Hara interrupts the interview as his driver, Pancho Sancho, er, Eli "Sarge" Jackson, gets into the car. The two candidates are criss-crossing the state on the campaign train in advance of Tuesday's general election.
A good tonic for the weekend: Have Friday lunch with two or three friends who enjoy laughing with each other. Sounds easy enough. The morning of, a friend sends an email: "So and so and I are going to be at such and such restaurant at 11:45. Be there." I was a little late for the gathering having gone to hear Kate Sweeney at the Rosenzweig talk about a favorite subject, cemeteries.
I recently had an assignment for a class which required me to have to spend some time in personal reflection.
Tuesday evening, Mississippi University for Women held a candidates forum for the four men who are running to fill the unexpired, one-year state senate term of the late Terry Brown.
Robin Hood would be proud.
A convergence of events deserves consideration. The kind that causes one to say, "What a small, connected world we live in."
I have been reading with great interest the reporting of the Clarion-Ledger's Jerry Mitchell on the conditions of prisons in Mississippi.
With all the ghost stories around it is surprising that there are not more ghostly tales about the Tombigbee River.
Are you a teen mother and trying to find job and a place of your own to live? Homeless and needing a place to get out of the cold? Glenda Buckhalter could be your new best friend.
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