We met 59 years ago in an employee-employer relationship.
Well, we are now in that festive season as Christmas approaches.
Tom Brokaw called the veterans of World War II "the greatest generation."
I tried to go to a football game at Ole Miss recently; and, let me tell you, it ain't what it used to be.
My great-granddaughter, the first one in a new generation in our family, Mackenzie Loecher, was born Oct. 17.
Not all change is progress.
Having reached my present age, I have spent much of my allotted time in hospitals, even working in the laboratory of one for several years.
Whoever said, "Old age is not for sissies" really knew whereof he spoke.
I do not pretend to know much about the retail business.
We are reminded every now and then that the veterans of World War II are leaving us.
My friend Dr. Selden Lambert has years of expertise in criminology.
Last Saturday I went to a very special birthday party. Dr. Robert I. Gilbert, retired professor of sociology at MSCW (now Mississippi University for Women), celebrated his birthday -- number 101!
SOS! I really think I need something to save me from an unexpected problem.
Along with my Mothers' Day gift, my daughter Nora Frances gave me a card that spelled out "I Love You" in sign language, the kind where the hand shapes the signs for letters. I knew immediately that it was not an idle choice, but one that had special meaning among our family stories.
My friend, Barbara Yarborough, lent me a May issue of The Saturday Evening Post, because she thought it had an advertisement for a device that just might keep the deer of my neighborhood from eating my flowers.
Remember the old newspaper "society columns?" Well, I confess I feel as if that is what I have been writing.
The thing is I've got eight grandchildren, and four of them have already or are going to get married within a little over a year. That is a lot of festivity for someone my age. Actually, it is downright stressful, but it proves not all stress is bad.
Happy Easter! Today is the highest holy day in the Christian calendar, and we rejoice on many levels. I have been reflecting on what Easter meant to me at various stages of my life. It is probably much like yours.
You may have heard this story. It is about a slave who was abducted from his natural country by slave traders when he was about 16 years old.
They say you know you are growing old when you find yourself saying that young people are not having fun the way you and your contemporaries did when you were young.
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