We have to be very careful what we speak because our words have power. We can speak death or life into our situation.
As I glanced out the window birds were gathering around the cracked corn, I had tossed out earlier in the day. Amid the freezing ice and snow and scarcity of food I heard a bird singing.
I’ve written before about how the Riverwalk is not only a touch of natural beauty at the edge of downtown but also a place steeped in history. Much of that history is the Black history of Columbus.
Silence can always be broken by sound of footsteps walking over frozen ground.
The origin of Franklin Academy goes back to the chartering of Columbus as a Mississippi town.
Columbus was first officially recognized as a town on Dec. 6, 1819, but as the Town of Columbus, Alabama.
This past week, a friend, who is a lover of trees, butterflies, hummingbirds and all things in the natural world, asked if I knew anything about the live oaks lining Airline Road near the Humane Society.
I was deeply moved by this incident in Richard Selzer’s book, Mortal Lessons: Notes on the Art of Surgery. “I stand by the bed where
Father in the name of Jesus, death is one of the hardest things for me to deal with.
After watching four hours of the Senate Impeachment trial Wednesday, it seems virtually impossible that anyone who watched the proceedings, including the 100 Senators who are serving as the jury, could not walk away convinced Donald Trump is indeed guilty of “high crimes and misdemeanors” in inciting the violence at the U.S. Capitol on Jan 6.
In Monday’s edition, a profile story on Page 1 bore the headline: “West Lowndes 4th grader bests mostly 8th graders to win count spelling bee.”
Well, if you enjoy winter it’s expected to continue six more weeks according to Punxsutawney Phil.
Every day we see things that we need to do, but we keep putting them off until tomorrow. Let us start today by doing the things we need to do because tomorrow is not promised to any of us.
I’ve written before about the Tombigbee flood of 1847.
It is considered the worst flood ever recorded along the upper Tombigbee. It washed away almost the entire towns of Colbert, West Port and Nashville in what was then Lowndes County.
In the fall of 2018, northern district Public Service Commissioner Brandon Presley held at meeting at the Lowndes County courthouse to rally support for legislation
The Mississippi Legislature is back to its usual mischief.
Bundled up and facing a gusty wind while taking a slow walk down the gravel road to the newspaper box and back, I climbed through the fence railing and walked up the lake’s dam.
One day last week while organizing my mother’s desk my sister came across a box of letters. Calling them letters might be a stretch. These were postcards and notes written to our father by his children from summer camp and during trips with friends.
If you’re of a certain age, you may have heard this joke: Two astronauts are on a mission, and the first astronaut has just finished a call from Mission Control, a conversation that contains some bad news he must relay to his partner.
Mississippi desperately needs to reform its criminal justice system. I know this first hand because I have walked the halls of the State Capitol and discussed this issue with my colleagues from both parties, with advocates, and with families who have been affected.
Last week and the week before I stayed in most of the week and the weekend. There was the snow and the cold breezy winds the week before and the holiday the week after.