I've been thinking about courtesy lately. It started with a conversation with my friend, Marleen Hansen. She lamented the decline in table manners. "People don't know basic etiquette, like using the silverware and napkins that are provided," she said. "Everyone eats with their hands!"
There is something different about a person after the person dies. The once-living flesh rots away, and turns into dust which is made up of elements that are no different from elements everywhere else.
This summer has been too hot for words ... literally! The "No Dead Authors" programs have been on vacation. But, have no fear, this series of literary readings/afternoon salons/book signings returns in September.
"Eat. Pray. Love." These three powerful words are on a lot of lips this season, due in large part to the New York Times bestseller by that name and now Julia Roberts' stellar performance on the big screen.
Several people have asked me if Columbus ever had an opera house. It not only did but many will remember it as the old Varsity Theatre which burned in the 1970s.
I have been working on a project at my dining table for five or so days. I had gotten to the point of recipe overload and really was forced to take all of those little pages torn out of magazines and recipes from Momma's recipe box and the dirty, greasy ones from my Foodworks binder and just lay them all out in designated piles.
Momma was taken to the emergency room; when I arrived the nurse said, "Follow me."
Rube Burrows was called by some publications, "The King of the Outlaws." Though his exploits were limited to Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas and Texas, his fame or notoriety was nationwide. He became the most feared train robber of the late 1880s.
Mascara has come a long way, baby.
The other day I got an e-mail from the boss lady here at the paper explaining how we are going for a new look in our columnists' photos, so a new picture was the order of the day.
Many of us remember these lyrics from the late 1960s. The war in Vietnam was at its most violent point. Families were shattered by conflicting views on causes and patriotism. While the battles raged in Southeast Asia, at home, cities were exploding with anger and anarchy. We wanted so much to believe in the power of the planets. We wanted a real peace.
Unemployment in the Golden Triangle now ranges anywhere from 10.7 percent (Oktibbeha County) to 22 percent (Noxubee County). In light of these staggering numbers, I think now may be a good time to review a few methods of finding both work (for the unemployed) and workers (for employers).
One morning a zucchini plant in the middle of the garden was missing its leaves; a few okra tops had disappeared, too.
Do you believe in magic? I do ... maybe a bit too much.
Concealer ... it's a gal's best friend. It comes in a myriad of forms and a rainbow of skin tones, so if you are burning the midnight oil or just prone to under-eye circles, then you are in luck.
Charles' mother lived in the same house where she had raised her four boys down in Kemper County.
In Columbus a few stores fill many needs. Grocery stores sell lawn furniture and panty hose. Drug stores sell Halloween costumes and develop your photos. A Shell station has a dry cleaner drop-off inside. And, of course, there is almost one-stop-shopping at the gas/pharmacy/donut factory/convenience store. If they sold clothing, you would never need to go anywhere else.
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