Being Beautiful: Bubble gum and Tootsie Rolls for Wonder Woman and the Wolf Man
My mind is a cauldron of memories bubbling over, especially appropriate for Halloween. Who does not remember his or her favorite costumes from childhood?
Being Beautiful: The price of education and the cost of not learning
My daddy was the eldest of 13 siblings born far in the backwoods of Mississippi, with a hard life to navigate from his earliest days.
Being Beautiful: How are you today? I really want to know …
We need more simple acts of random kindness.
Being Beautiful: With liberty and justice for all
I was taught first by my daddy, a proud veteran, then by my elementary school teachers that the flag is a symbol of everything American and should be treated as such.
Being Beautiful: Tales of Ferris wheels, funnel cakes and first cousins
The fair is coming to town!
Being Beautiful: Tethering hot air balloons, loosely
There has always been more than little bit of Peter Pan in me.
Being Beautiful: To persist or to aggravate?
Southerners know it all too well, the lush green vine that coils, winds and climbs over everything in its path from trees to houses — kudzu.
Being Beautiful: Heaven must surely have a special place for dogs
All dogs go to Heaven, and you will never convince me otherwise.
Being Beautiful: Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes
The peacock rests in shards of broken glass.
Being Beautiful: Turn up the radio and turn down Memory Lane
What has the magic power to transport us through space and time back to a moment, whether happy or sad?
Being Beautiful: My fountain of youth has run dry
Mark Twain might have said it best: “Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” Well, Mark, lately it’s beginning to matter.
Being Beautiful: Homes are where the heart is
I have always heard you can never go home again. Well, that’s simply not true, although I do understand the more subtle meaning.
Being Beautiful: The past is never dead — it isn’t even past
When I was a little boy, Mama told me stories of sights and wonders she had seen. Still today, those stories flood my mind with curiosity and fascination, normal meeting paranormal.
Being Beautiful: Remembering screen doors left unlatched
It’s hot as Hades in Mississippi, and that’s even in the shade with a pitcher of ice cold lemonade.
Being Beautiful: Where have all the dragons gone?
It’s hard to argue with a fire-breathing dragon.
Being Beautiful: Equal parts sugar and patience, a winning recipe
Summer and homemade ice cream seem to go perfectly together.
Being Beautiful: Wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now
I awoke this morning to the unmistakable aroma of sausage frying. To my surprise and great delight, there were also biscuits rising in the oven.
Being Beautiful: Roll over, Beethoven
There are not many things that stir the soul quite like hearing the one you love play familiar gospel hymns on his new (well, actually used and very old) baby grand piano.
Being Beautiful: Getting lost and getting found through friendship
I have always heard that friends are the family you choose. Virginia Woolf said it best: “Some people go to priests, others to poetry, I to my friends.”
Being Beautiful: Even mama’s boys should remember dad now and then
Most folks who know me would declare I am always five or ten minutes late.