Articles by Adele Elliott
Chris and I finally have a working car — cross your fingers.
We Southerners love things that are sweet. We can whip up a dessert out of almost anything in the world: fruits, vegetables, even stale bread — all may end up in concoctions worthy of being served on Mount Olympus.
These days we have much to worry about. Climate change, the economy and whether or not aliens will be accepted into heaven (the ones from outer space, not the ones from south of our border) are a few troubles on our lists that are sure to produce anxiety.
In the Golden Triangle we wear our Christianity like a cloak — a very shiny cloak — a cloak wired with blinky lights and flashes of lightning. Yes, we are enormously proud of our tenets. What would Jesus do? Well, no one really knows what he would do today.
I am a product of public education, which means, well, not much I fear. My generation was taught to learn by rote, possibly the most boring and least effective method of instruction ever used. Like most students of my era, I remember very little.
According to Robert Frost, “Good fences make good neighbors.” To that I might add — only sometimes and with some neighbors.
This has been a flag-waving week. We celebrated the signing of the Declaration of Independence over 300 years ago, and the 50th anniversary of the signing of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Both are very good reasons to eat hot dogs and drink beer.
Mississippi has a long history of independent thinking. Our individualism dates back 200 years or more. We resent being told how to run our lives — especially by the Federal Government.
Summer is a magical time for children. They get a vacation from school that seems almost endless. There is nothing to do except have fun. What a luxury it must be to find infinite ways of amusing themselves.
This week, Chris and I attended a party celebrating the marriage of our dear friends, Meagan and Clare. They had a romantic destination wedding, saying their vows under a vine-covered gazebo in New York’s Central Park.
The Internet is blazing with videos of a group of gun enthusiasts flaunting some high-powered firearms at a Texas Jack In The Box.
Marriages, and relationships of any sort, find ways to co-exist.
This is an exciting time of year for the hundreds of grads in the Golden Triangl
Most of us only get one human mother. We also call the Earth “our mother.”
It seems that the winter from Hades is finally over. We will probably not have another freeze for many months, the tornadoes have moved on (cross your fingers), and the monsoons have dissipated — for now.
My week started with happy announcements and plans for celebrations.
It seems that spring has finally come to the Golden Triangle — and not a moment too soon.
Last week Chris and I immersed ourselves in a journey of literacy. Although we only traveled to nearby Starkville and Caledonia, our short excursions spanned generations, and introduced us to many smart people with a passion for reading.
My two favorite cities, Columbus and New Orleans, have much in common.
We baby boomers have had reasons to be slightly arrogant. For a long time it seemed that the world was spinning beneath our feet. We were like the ballerina in a music box, twirling in front of a mirror that reflected only us.