Articles by Adele Elliott
We all know that Mississippi has produced some of the best writers and musicians in the world. Now we can add another talented resident to
Every season has its charm. I love to bundle up in the bulky sweaters and furry scarves of winter. I adore those endless evenings of
I suppose we are all aware that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. There are a lot of fundraisers, pink ribbons being worn and commercials reminding us to keep up with our self-exams. Even the professional football teams are on this bandwagon, with pink additions to their uniforms in gloves, shoes, socks and all sorts of masculine equipment dyed a bright, rosy pink.
There is almost nothing in the news these days except the “Government Shutdown.” The reasons are as muddy and confusing as an argument with a
I love the saints (not the football team). My Catholic childhood was fraught with fantastic stories of their bravery when faced with torture and execution.
The quest for love is never-ending. From the time that we first understand the meaning of “happily ever after” in fairy tales, until we are
The nights are becoming a bit cooler now. Draped over our Golden Triangle is a velvet cloak, scattered with crystal stars. The moon has looked especially lovely lately. We are all anxious for autumn, perhaps the most pleasant of seasons.
Our Golden Triangle is a lovely place to live. This is probably why so many who grow up here never leave. We also have people
It’s been “Tennessee Week” in Columbus. The Tennessee Williams Tribute had our dance cards filled with parties, lectures, tours and four performances of a delightful
I was so excited to receive a press release this week announcing a gala celebration paying tribute the achievements of feminist pioneers of the 1960s.
Once upon a time we scribbled copious notes on everything from tablecloths to the backs of our hands. Our purses and briefcases were filled with
I suppose people around our area are a bit disappointed about the delays in renovation of the Old Highway 82 Bridge in Columbus. After all, we are in a big hurry to walk across the river to get to, um, the other side (?).
I consider myself a victim of my early Catholic education. My childhood was filled with angst and guilt. At Saint James Major we went to
The worst of summer is upon us. Temperatures flirt with triple digits. Mosquitoes hover in small clouds, just waiting for an opportunity make us their tasty snack. Even the squirrels seem too lethargic for their usual game of rushing in circles around the tree trunks in my yard.
The stork has been a busy boy in recent weeks. Biggest news was (of course) the birth of the most recent heir to the throne
I am not a fan of the month of July. I dislike August even more. Meteorologists report that of the two, July is worse. My very unscientific opinion, based on decades of experience, tells me that this is not true. I stand by my conviction that August is the most terrible month.
Americans are in an uproar over the recent news that our government is spying on ordinary citizens. In June, the Guardian newspaper announced to the world the source of one of the most significant classified-document leaks in history.
It seems that we are drifting in the summer doldrums. Sailors feared them. Southerners view them as a time to endure, and a time when we long for the end of September.
This Fourth of July week is a time when patriotism is high. All over the Golden Triangle American flags are flying from porches, in front
Health.com published an article this week by author Kate Lowenstein, giving nine tips on how to be happy. The editorial was about 1,500 words long.