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It's hot as Hades in Mississippi, and that's even in the shade with a pitcher of ice cold lemonade.
It's hard to argue with a fire-breathing dragon.
Summer and homemade ice cream seem to go perfectly together.
I awoke this morning to the unmistakable aroma of sausage frying. To my surprise and great delight, there were also biscuits rising in the oven.
There are not many things that stir the soul quite like hearing the one you love play familiar gospel hymns on his new (well, actually used and very old) baby grand piano.
I have always heard that friends are the family you choose. Virginia Woolf said it best: "Some people go to priests, others to poetry, I to my friends."
Most folks who know me would declare I am always five or ten minutes late.
If you squinch your eyes just a little, open your imagination as far as it will go, and add a sprinkle of pixie dust if you have it handy, it's not that hard to make them "real."
I wished that moment would last forever.
Ah, Sophia ...
I remember the days leading up to when she would be ours.
My mind is saturated with unforgettable mothers, I suppose because Mother's Day marks our calendars once again.
This is a story of hope.
What is it about flowers that we love so much?
My favorite prefix is "re."
I grew up with brothers, three of them, not a single girl child in our house when we were children.
Some of the things I did as a youngster make me laugh now.
Why are we so nostalgic?
Imagine with me, if you can, saving up your spare coins for a long time, heading off to an anniversary or birthday dinner at The Brown Derby, one of old Hollywood's most celebrated restaurants.
I was just a little boy with his mama, and we had driven up Dykes Chapel Road to Miss Jessy Jean's house, Perry County's own petting zoo, because she had at least one of every living thing created by God and known to man.
Let me be guilty of many things, but never of ingratitude.
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