Nature is remarkably active in the mornings. Taking some time for quiet meditation, I noticed nature has not done the same.
Much has been written about, and many towns have claimed to be, the birthplace pf Memorial Day. The U.S. Veteran's Administration reports that more than 24 towns claim to be the birthplace of this weekend's celebration.
Some stories are so tender, so close to the bone, so rich in human emotion, the teller entrusted with them feels daunted by the responsibility that goes with the retelling. This is one such story. By any measure Lee Frederick was a brilliant child. Brilliance, in most cases, comes with obsessiveness. Lee had plenty of that too.
We get along like cats and dogs. Literally.
I mentioned to Dewitt Hicks how lovely the gardens at his home, Rosewood Manor, look when I cut through on Seventh Street North. "But I never see anyone working in the gardens?"
This weekend following another local shooting here in Columbus, I couldn't help but see my trending Facebook timeline filled with outrage at the crime rate here in Columbus.
A common question I am asked is, "What did this country look like when only the Indians lived here?" Usually I answer simply, "it was beautiful."
The most recent study done on behalf of the Golden Triangle Development Link by POLICOM Corporation was presented on Tuesday morning at EMCC. The Dispatch offered an insightful editorial on the critical finding about education and the opportunities this requires from the people who care deeply about our region and our future.
OXFORD -- Once upon a time, America didn't beg people to act in their own best interests. It was considered natural.
Dear Frances, "Sarah said, 'God has brought me laughter and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me...'"
This weekend the Moundville Archaeological Park, located about 10 miles south of Tuscaloosa, Alabama, celebrated its 75th anniversary.
Thursday afternoon son John and I attended the Eighth of May observance at Historic Sandfield Cemetery. There Chuck Yarborough and his Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science students presented a Tales-from-the-Crypt-style performance, complete with gospel music and visitations by the African American luminaries buried there.
During the summer of 1975, I got a chance to salute my mother with a flyby, of sorts, near her childhood home of Somerset, Ky. She had returned home to be with her mother in my grandmother's final days, and I happened to be flying a mission on the Richmond, Ky., bomb site on a route that circled Somerset. I thought a minor flight plan deviation would not ruffle any feathers and would provide a richly deserved tribute to my formative parent.
It is the role of a lifetime, literally. Nothing comes close to the facets of life this role touches.
Until recently, the only significant thing for me about May 8 was that it is my brother's birthday. Long-time Columbus residents will forgive my ignorance on this topic, I am sure.
When state and federal programs to health-care providers began, so did a behind-the-scenes struggle. It centered on keeping the payments secret.
A large number of the Starkville property owners are girding their loins for battle. It is the collective gearing up for the turnover of college kids for our landlord population.
A curtain of darkness fell as we spread blankets and pillows on the floor near the stairway. Sam watched the local news until the satellite cut out. An ominous message came across the screen saying, "Don't call us -- we already know."
Hell froze over Saturday morning: I planted a garden, thus fulfilling an ancient prophecy.
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