I have friends, amateur farmers like myself, who rhapsodize about the joys of bush hogging.
It’s been a beautiful spring if not an odd one. I can’t decide if it’s really more lovely than every spring or if it’s appreciated more after a long season of a hot summer, a cold winter, along with enduring separations from those people we care about. The rains have been plentiful and the flowers, trees, and grasses abundant.
One morning in June of 2020, Robert Gregg got up before dawn, drove to a regional farmers’ market and bought a trailer-load of watermelons.
What do you call a form of government where all three branches — legislative, executive and judicial — conspire to stifle the will of people and suppress their rights?
The Centers for Disease Control announced Thursday something most of us have been waiting for a long, long time — people who have been fully vaccinated no longer need to wear masks, practice social distancing or avoid monster truck rallies.
On Monday, Mississippi Governor Tate Reeves, who can’t resist any opportunity to punish the poor, announced the state will end federal pandemic subsidies for unemployed
‘Tis the season for the annual box turtle migration. Remember when after a spring/summer thunderstorm sidewalks would be littered with red squiggly worms.
Friday morning there was a ceremony to honor Brad Freeman.
We had been on the road for about an hour. Ross, with our two kayaks strapped to the top of his Volkswagen, was following me down a narrow, unpopulated country road northeast of Aliceville, Alabama.
Comedian Ron White used to tell the story about the time when he was drunk and belligerent at a New York City bar and was told he would be “escorted” out of the establishment if he didn’t leave voluntarily.
Over and around me were sounds of the bubble bee but I was unable to find the little fellow.
Three years ago I wrote a column about a lost Choctaw silver mine in the Columbus or Macon area.
For years I’ve admired the yard of Glenda and Raymond Gross. Last week, seeing them at work, I stopped to admire their work up close and visit. I first met Raymond years ago at the YMCA when we both played handball.
About halfway through the Columbus Exchange Club’s candidate forum Thursday, my thoughts turned to a line from one of my favorite movies, “As Good as It Gets.”
Wednesday morning, marble workers began preparing to remove a wart from the Lowndes County Courthouse lawn.
Education in the United States is a complex system. Each state forms its own set of rules and regulations regarding when, where, and how schools will be crafted, managed, and staffed.
Writtika Roy: As a doctor, training is required to ensure I safely help people. Shouldn’t the same be asked of gun owners?
It is very difficult for me to write about gun violence in America. It must be difficult for my dad, Jiben Roy, to write about it as well.
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it, you’ll land among the stars.” — Les Brown, American motivational speaker and former T.V. host The
In last week’s column I told the beginning of the story of Capt. Red Pepper, who was also known as Tisha Homa or Hishe Homa.
Karen was our waitress at the restaurant where a young Christian and I had a weekly breakfast Bible study. She was always efficient, helpful and