Lately, I've been thinking about buying a digital camera, one with professional features. While I've taken plenty of pictures with point-and-shoot digitals, I've yet to fully embrace the trend that almost overnight relegated film to the same status as record albums.
During one of the recent citizen forum nights for justice court judge candidates, Judge William "Tony" Boykin, currently a sitting justice court judge for District 1 in Oktibbeha County, invited the audience to attend a court proceeding to see how justice is dispensed in the "peoples' court."
As the wind and rain of Hurricane Katrina started to subside, newspaper publishers all across Mississippi were scrambling.
When the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that states must recognize same-sex marriages, dissenting Chief Justice John Roberts wondered whether polygamy will be next.
The gay marriage movement might be considered an "overnight success,'' based on how quickly it evolved from a idea even some gay people weren't sure about to the law of the land.
August is always a hot one, but this one ... days upon days of "feels like" 100 degrees. A walk through the grass is like stepping on cornflakes; the blades of grass are drawn up slim as needles.
Recently, I traveled with some other members of the Black Belt Blues Foundation to the B.B. King Museum in Indianola and the Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale.
Charlie Slayton had just come home with Chinese take-out for his wife when I got him on the phone Wednesday evening. A few days earlier, Charlie, a high school classmate, had emailed a suggestion on how to rid a house of fleas. "I was told that taking a walnut branch and dragging it through the house and yard will repel fleas," wrote Charlie. "Something about walnuts they can't stand."
Our most recent election has more than a few of us scratching our heads and musing about what in the world happened on the democratic side of the governor's race.
Ole Miss Athletics Director Ross Bjork visited town Tuesday to talk to the Columbus Rotary Club.
Sometimes the news of the day touches on the deep roots of our national story, and anniversaries of milestone moments cause us to reflect again on our history
In his new biography "Being Nixon: A Man Divided," Evan Thomas concedes a point.
Most mornings Sam and I have cereal on the front porch.
Quick: Name a Mississippi public university named for a slave-owning Confederate general. If you said, "Alcorn," you're right.
One of the fun things about writing this column is never knowing what direction it will take me. This weekend has seen the appearance of a blue moon. Actually a blue moon has nothing to do with the color of the moon.
Sometimes, when driving, I listen to a learn-to-speak-French CD, one of those language programs where you repeat phrases spoken in French. One of the phrases is "Je ne parle pas anglais, je parle American" ("I don't speak English, I speak American.") I smile every time I hear it, for it's certainly true. And then there is the matter of we in the South with our own lingua franca.
Apparently four of the Starkville Board of Aldermen are still convinced they deserve a whopping 33 percent additional pay for the staggering amount of part time work they do for their constituents. If you detect sarcasm in my tone, we're communicating.
There's a saying that politics makes strange bedfellows, meaning people usually at odds sometimes find themselves working together.
When Sandra Bullock, in the 1995 movie "The Net," played a computer nerd whose identity was stolen and replaced by a criminal's identity, I developed a fear of losing my fingerprints. I considered taking my own fingerprints and putting them in a lockbox.
My mother wasn't known for her cooking skills. She made a pretty good casserole or two and had a baked bean recipe that I remember fondly, but at home I lived off of cheese toast and pop tarts starting at an early age.
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