A wrinkle in the rug underneath my desk in the library kept distracting me last week.
A few winters ago, we were walking into our favorite Burberry store in Washington, D.C., and a jolly man with a raspy voice exclaimed, "Welcome to Burberry, gentlemen" as we glided through the revolving doors.
Sometimes you can get yourself into quite a tangle, and I don't mean the hundred ways I was mischievous as a child.
I struggle with eating the right foods, and any nutritionist would consider me a challenge.
When I was a little boy, nothing was more thrilling than following my big brother around with a crumpled brown paper bag of holiday firecrackers.
Who among us could not use a little fairy dust this season?
Don't forget to put some fa-la-la-la-la into your wintry wardrobe.
Silver tinsel has always held a special place in my heart.
Mama had a way about her, and she had a captive audience with her little boy in the front row of the Mary Lou Show. Maybe it wasn't at Radio City Music Hall, and she couldn't do a high kick like the famed Rockettes, but it was all pretty spectacular to me.
Disney princesses give us all something to aspire to with their beautiful hair.
The beautiful things that make me pause for a few moments to give thanks, not just on Thanksgiving Day, but most every day, almost always begin and end with women.
One of my favorite toys as a child was my Crayola Caddy.
Everyone loves to sparkle; well, almost everyone.
Last weekend I put on my Nike sneakers and sunblock to enjoy and to battle the Mississippi State Fair with my great-niece. It was hot!
Let's face it. Social media, especially Facebook, has changed the way we do almost everything.
Nothing says fall quite like a spice cake, and my mama's homemade recipe was my favorite.
The temperatures are falling, along with the pine straw in my front yard, which can only mean it's my favorite time of the year. Chrysanthemums, pumpkins, candy corn -- all mark the season for so many of us here in the South.
I laugh at rules. I am that guy who dances to the beat of his own drum.
I am a collector. Ask anyone who knows me, and you will find out that I can't throw anything away.
It was Mama who had the first permanent wave of my life, all those years ago at Shirley's Beauty Shop downtown where women gathered to get the most modern hairstyles of the day.
Page 1 of 12 next »
Search articles back to February 2009 with the form above.