This "60 thing" has been a lot tougher than I thought it would be. Having lost one of my best all-time running buddies at the young age of 26, I made a promise to myself that I would never fret over a birthday.
The leaves are falling. I know this because for the past few days brown crumpled leaves from the giant shade trees lining my driveway here in Jackson stare back at me.
People like to hang out with the famous. You can, for instance, pay someone like Paris Hilton to come to your party, and thereby increase the chances that your guests will come away happy, although being close to Ms. Hilton might not convey any real power.
The world is spinning at such a rapid pace these days. How are we ever supposed to keep up? The daily paper is not enough. We must check the Internet, social networking, anything we can glean from grocery store check-out rags, and, of course, our hairdresser.
Temperatures cooled down, so after chores Sam and I went fishing in the Prairie pond. I don't think we had been fishing since spring.
That's right, ladies. If you take your cue from the runways of New York fashion week, then on your mark, get set, go -- with the hottest trend in hair color.
One of my four cousins, Laurence Mellen, of Cleveland, Miss., called me recently with an enticing invitation. His brother, Arthur, who lives in Virginia, would be here a few days. They proposed the three of us go on a search in Clay County for our grandparents' house.
We live in a world of too much, but can one ever have too much beauty knowledge? Tips, tricks and tidbits that might be trivial to some could be the difference in the life and death of bangs gone wrong or cheek color that leaves you less than blushing.
In an early scene of "Sweet Bird of Youth," Chance Wayne tells The Princess Kosmonopolas that he always keeps a spare name in his pocket. "Don't you?" he asks her.
Intermittently, teasingly, autumn approaches. The nights have been cooler for several weeks. Even the days bring a frisson of winter. After a harsh, hot summer it feels good.
True story: Once when I suggested an au current chin-length crop to a certain lady, she paused, shook her head from left to right and said, "It's sounding like a bob, and I have one of those at home." Turns out she was right. Bob was her husband. Apparently, one was enough!
The Columbus Fair begins this Tuesday and I have been asked when was the first fair in Columbus? Carolyn Burns has researched the origins of the fair in Lowndes County and has found some interesting history.
Columbus has a problem -- ninjas.
I love weddings -- and almost anything about them. Television shows about bridal gowns or elaborate cakes, or most especially about brides behaving badly, mesmerize me. I never tire of the angst of brides deciding between the $10,000 designer dress or the nicer one for $20,000.
My first memory associated with the exchange of currency for beauty was 20 years ago.
Aliceville, Ala., was the site of one of the largest prisoner of war camps in the United States during World War II. Construction of Camp Aliceville began in August 1942 and the first prisoner of war arrived in June 1943.
If you are like me, you take off all your clothes in order to change into other clothes, to bathe, to sleep, or to make love. You do not get naked to advance your religion, nor promote a good harvest, nor to support a political or social cause, nor gain money, nor participate in artistic display.
Sam and I attended the wedding of my cousin, Mandy Powell. Momma and her nine siblings were from Natchez. Then "Powell" came to visit one day and stayed.
The Atlantic Ocean is bubbling and boiling with storms. The names Earl and Fiona hardly sound threatening. However, they are turning the ocean waters into a witches' cauldron, swirling and smoky. As I write this, there are none in the Gulf, but that may change soon.
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