Gardens around the South are filled each summer with beautiful multicolored zinnias.
When Melchie Koonce was growing up in Stuttgart, Arkansas, he worked summers with his brother-in-law opening and closing floodgates in rice patties. The mosquitoes were so thick the boys wore nets over their heads while they worked. To combat boredom one of them came up with the idea of seeing who could catch the most snakes. They would grab the snakes and throw them into croaker sacks.
This woman in ill-fitting, soiled clothes sat beside a shuttered gas station in front of Leigh Mall. I would pass by in the middle of the day and see her. This went on for weeks. We all have places to go.
On June 14, Sunni rebels threatened Baghdad after seizing much of Iraq -- and President Obama fearlessly played a round at the Sunnylands Golf Course in Rancho Mirage, Calif.
Bill Manduca, executive director of Clean Water for Malawi, has just returned from a month-long supervisory trip to Africa, where 16 new wells were drilled for $65,000.
Something truly remarkable happened Sunday afternoon: Americans in large numbers watched a soccer match.
It was one of those odd days when plans went awry and I found myself hanging. "All dressed up and no place to go," as they say.
I have often been asked, "If the Black Prairie really is a prairie, were there once buffalo around here?"
"A body of men holding themselves accountable to nobody ought not to be trusted by anybody." --Thomas Paine In case you missed it ... This past week our city council did something utterly stupid and repressive. It placed onerous restrictions on its public-input policy. Before Tuesday evening any citizen who wished to address the council on any topic simply had to show up and put his name on the list to speak.
There have already been tributes written to Carole and I'm sure there will be more. Each of us has our own stories about this loving and exuberant woman.
One thing about Southerners is that we are, at heart, conformists.
"For some, politics is a racket that's too good to pass up."
The walls of Toni's bedroom were lined with books from the floor to the ceiling. At the foot of the bed was a small sitting area with a thrifted brocade couch and a small coffee table, where Toni drank tea in real china tea cups, also thrifted.
A friend, who by day is a buttoned-down lawyer, has for years driven a pickup truck. He's not the only person in that line of work to do so. Last time I checked, our D.A. drove a Toyota Tacoma. I suspect the truck for these guys is an antidote for long hours reading tedious legal briefs or time spent in the bowels of the courthouse doing title searches.
Some aspects of the rivalry between Ole Miss and State leaves me baffled. Don't misunderstand; as long as MSU is playing Ole Miss, there is no contest. MSU is the choice over Ole Miss hands down.
Like many folks in Columbus, I read with strange fascination the account of Monday's Columbus Municipal School Board meeting, which shows there is no accounting for taste, I suppose.
Sitting on the homemade bench, my one hand rested on Rex's head. My fingers moved slowly and absentmindedly around his neck and over his long ears. The other hand held a book while I read to him.
When a Sunday school class needs to elect a treasurer, a name is put forward and everybody says "aye." That's that. Nice and simple.
Friday was the 70th anniversary of D-Day. It's a day when I always think of my Uncle Orman Kimbrough.
In the spring Columbus residents quietly and with little fanfare transform their town into an oversized botanical garden.
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