My mind is a cauldron of memories bubbling over, especially appropriate for Halloween. Who does not remember his or her favorite costumes from childhood?
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.
We need more simple acts of random kindness.
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.
The fair is coming to town!
There has always been more than little bit of Peter Pan in me.
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.
All dogs go to Heaven, and you will never convince me otherwise.
The peacock rests in shards of broken glass.
What has the magic power to transport us through space and time back to a moment, whether happy or sad?