Wrapping myself in the thick hotel bathrobe and clutching my cup of hot coffee, I ventured out onto the balcony in the chilly Colorado air.
The couple stood serenely hand-in-hand on the brow of the mountain, the warm, early summer sun lighting their faces with a golden glow.
The Bible says there is a time for everything.
Occasionally the Scientific American magazine prints articles describing inventions that will probably change our future, and rarely I can understand at least a part of them.
Yesterday St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Albany, Georgia, conducted another K9s for Warriors benefit run.
By now most of the spring breaks are over, and students are looking forward to the end of the school year.
I do not know about you, but I have noticed a shift in my mail.
Two of my grandchildren will get married this spring and summer, a grandson and a granddaughter, cousins.
Circumstances occasionally take a strange turn when you write this kind of column.
My friend, Peggy Cantelou, says she has been playing bridge since she was in junior high school, that the mothers of her set were determined that their daughters would be proficient in the game.
'Twas the time after Christmas and all through the house,
Everyone was exhausted including the mouse.
Probably no other time of the year lends itself to fantasies as Christmas.
Thanksgiving approaches. We have had an official national day of thanksgiving ever since Abraham Lincoln's administration.
What is it about some perfectly nice people that gives them an affinity for alligators?
When Trudy Gildea had barely moved to Columbus from New York State, she went uptown to Alford's Drug Store, bought a copy of The New York Times, took it home and began combing the want ads for jobs in New York.
When people drive by Lola Atkins's house in Columbus, they usually slow down.
Seeing students going back to school got me to thinking. If we have done nothing else, my family has covered a lot of territory.
My mother went to Mississippi State College for Women. So did I. Throughout my youth and childhood I heard about the Junior-Freshman Wedding at the college.
A fortunate modern development is the option of several different means to have one's book published, if, as I suspect, there is at least one book in each of us.
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