It was a Saturday morning, maybe a couple of months ago. Tess was standing in the kitchen, looking up at the ceiling. "Uh-Oh," I thought. I had seen this look before.
I slipped down the back way to Lincoln Road, which runs between Walmart and the shopping center, for my massage appointment.
For about 20 years I have been writing reviews of books I have read, and sending them out to family and friends.
Back in the 60s when he was a student at Lane College in Jackson, Tennessee, and dating a pretty young coed named Jessie, Melchie Koonce had an idea.
There is talk of a coming time when all of our country's residents will be expected to register for the draft.
Democratic presidential candidate Bernie Sanders received an avalanche of criticism when he called himself a democratic socialist. Meanwhile, the newly entrenched Mississippi Republican leadership is going full bore with its own kind of socialism.
Wednesday is "Ash Wednesday." It's the beginning of the Lenten season where traditionally Christians give up something like smoking, drinking coffee or maybe cussing.
The late January death of Jack Raymond Reed Sr. in his beloved Tupelo passed with too little notice statewide.
With all the coverage of last week's college signing day, the discussion of whether LSU can unseat Alabama in the SEC West next year, what Hugh Freeze will do to top this past year, and of course today's Super Bowl, thoughts turn to great football teams.
If you want to find Billie Noland on a Thursday morning, the best place to look is Friendship Cemetery. Such has been the case for 29 years.
It was where I went when I wanted to be alone; it was where I went when I was frustrated or mad at my parents; it was where I went when I wanted a place to think and dream; it was a place where I saw my future. I occasionally visited during the day, but an airport is magical at night.
It was November, and the people who run things in Mississippi, including those not working out of the offices of ALEC in D.C., were breathing a collective sigh of relief.
Winter's cold blast caused us to hunker down at the Prairie house.
The premise of an offer to operate a charter school is, "Hey, we can do it better than you."
February is Black History Month and is a great time to review the little told but very important role of blacks in the exploration and settlement of the Tombigbee River Valley.
In Tupelo, Elvis is king. In fact, he is more prominent in death than he ever was in life. Up until his death in 1977, the only homage paid to the entertainer in the town of his birth was a small park in East Tupelo, which was home to a swimming pool, youth center and the small two-room shotgun house where he was born in 1935. There were no celebrations or festivals in the city to celebrate him.
During a recent televised MSU men's basketball game something crystallized for me. The camera was focused on the band, which was whipping the crowd into a frenzy -- not too difficult seeing as we were leading Ole Miss.
On Tuesday, Columbus interim police chief Fred Shelton spoke at the Columbus Rotary Club at Lion Hills Center. Although he has made numerous public appearances in the roughly three months he has served as interim chief, this was just the second time I had heard him speak.
Imagine Harry lying cold, alone, and flat on his back as the sky darkened over him. Could he feel the darkness he couldn't see? His sister, Wilhelmina, was she nearby? Did they nuzzle together crying for their mother?
Last week I saw an article about finding a shark on the Tombigbee River in Alabama.
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