As the intimacy of candles gives way to the clarity of lightning, the curtain comes down on Tennessee Williams' powerful foray into the secret dimensions of the human heart. This brilliant production of The Glass Menagerie sparks with an intensity rarely found in hometown productions.
Ah, back in the Prairie where the hornworm thrives. After trying to grow tomatoes in the greenhouse where the whiteflies were as thick as thieves, I gave up. I tried every means of extermination and nothing worked. So this year I purchased two large planters with a water reservoir.
The roots of the U.S. Air Force run very deep in the Golden Triangle.
My taste buds love hot peppers, but the rest of me really likes the increased use of peppers as ornamentals.
By a rough estimate, the crowd that assembled Saturday afternoon at the Columbus-Lowndes Humane Society reached around 200 and featured all shapes, sizes, breeds, pedigrees and dispositions.
It has come and gone and for most it was just an opportunity to have an extra day off to hit the sales racks or grill out.
In these troubling times, it is a comfort to remember that here in Mississippi our elected officials are looking out for us. If you are inclined to doubt this, you need only look to this weekend for evidence of that.
For a full quarter-century now, the Annie E. Casey Foundation has issued news releases calling Mississippi the absolute worst or almost the absolute worst place to be a child in America.
Monday, black and white citizens of West Point gathered at First Baptist Church to pray for Ralph Weems IV, who was badly beaten in the parking lot of the Huddle House restaurant in the early-morning hours of Aug. 24.
The ladies and I were sitting in the sunroom as each of us was asked to name something we were thankful for. I said, "Today I saw a butterfly."
When our almost 8-year-old grandson, Benjamin, announces he's ready to go to Dudy Noble, he initiates a time-honored sequence of events. He goes and gets a metal bat and a small cloth bag containing six to 10 worn-out tennis balls, and I begin looking for my shoes.
Blues is a great unifier. A week ago there was a horrible incident in West Point that threatened to create divisions within the community. However, on Friday night in West Point, blues brought people of all sizes, shapes and colors, from all over the United States and even several foreign countries together.
I was channel surfing through a morning program not too long ago and stopped long enough to hear a guest discussing meditation with the CBS hosts. There was the obligatory Harvard doctor who was doing research on the benefits of meditation and then there was a hip-hop mogul who was hawking his book on the subject.
The school funds lawsuit former Gov. Ronnie Musgrove is spearheading isn't complicated. It's simple litigation -- a petition for a declaratory judgment.
As I have mentioned before, I am not a huge Facebook user. I have a page, but I always thought the best use for Facebook is getting "Happy Birthday" wishes from long-lost friends and being able to say thank you for them en masse.
It was time to glean leftover hay and stuff it in a black garbage bag. I always wear black rubber boots, summer or winter. You never know what you might encounter in the fields, and I feel safer with the rubber boots rather than, say, flip flops.
During the first years of Columbus' growth and expansion, some early settlers tried to bring a little of the refinement of the east coast to the new town.
Wednesday in the aisles of Kroger I ran into a high school friend I had not seen in years, Joey Hendrix. As a civil engineer with the Army Corps of Engineers, Joey's career included postings in Vicksburg, Baghdad and New Orleans. He is now retired and has come home to take care of his mother, who lives in New Hope.
Pete Creekmore sits in a chair in his upstairs office at Rae's Jewelers on Tuesday afternoon, hunched over his microscope, examining two quarters that have one "head" between them or, if you prefer, three "tails."
It was nightfall when I slipped to the garden to spy on the parsley. I hoped to catch the caterpillars sleeping. Their tiny heads were nodded forward; they appeared to be sleeping, as everything sleeps.
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