You don't get to choose your children. You can choose to have them or adopt them, but you don't get to choose who they are.
During the summer of 1978 I got a chance to salute my mother with a fly-by, of sorts, near her childhood home of Somerset, KY.
A.J. Steverson wants to set the record straight. It's the Hitch Lot, not the Hitching Lot, as it is often called. A.J. should know. He grew up in a white clapboard house near the southwest corner of the Hitching ... I mean Hitch Lot. He can remember when farmers hitched their horse-drawn wagons there and walked up the hill into town.
She lifted up the spiny tail and put it in her mouth. She grinned and said it tasted just like she remembered, crispy like a potato chip.
Twice a week Harry Walker and John Jones meet here for two hours of chess. Here is the Highway 61 Coffeehouse, a hole-in-the-wall on a sloping street two blocks above the Mississippi River. Both men are retired, Walker from Entergy and Jones as IT specialist for several Fortune 500 companies.
If we could all be chickadees, we'd all be skinny and plum tuckered out.
When I stop by Lenora's house she offers some exquisite pastry she or daughter Emma just made, served with a cup of tea steeped in silken bags. When she comes to my house, it's a cup of Folgers decaf and a granola bar.
"What did you think of the play?" Pamela Parker, the playwright asked I knew exactly what I thought of the play but I thought better of saying so.
I'll admit it. When I first heard St. John was starting a newspaper, I was skeptical.
Anyone who knows my father knows he's a man of ideas.
Our early spring has gardeners in a feeding frenzy. Go to any garden center and see for yourself. Friday, at a local nursery, I saw a woman wearing a T-shirt that read, "Will Garden for Food."
By the sixth week of Lent I was totally torqued and twisted into a most uncomfortable frame of mind and body. But by the seventh week, everything became crystal clear. I was meant to be uncomfortable, for discomfort showed who I really was. Ah ... there was the rub.
Today's death of the bill to authorize more charter schools in Mississippi means opponents of charter schools may win this year's battle. But, to win the war over education, these opponents must offer a plan to improve public schools in Mississippi. If not, it's only a matter of time before a charter school will be in a school district near them.
It's hard to fool a Prairie woman about some things.
I am often asked: "What is the oldest house in the Columbus area?" That of course is an easy question for it is the Cedars, the oldest part of which was probably built around 1818 or 1819.
It is said that clothes make the man. If so, does it also follow that clothing can be a man's undoing?
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