Being Beautiful: A time for every purpose under heaven
The first time my stories appeared in the newspaper was in second grade when my teacher had the class write letters to Santa.
Being Beautiful: The young edge of old, or the old edge of young?
I truly feel like a member of my own club lately, especially when surrounded by Millennials and whatever labels we apply to those even younger.
Being Beautiful: Bending the arc of the moral universe toward justice
Once in a while, you invest a day of your life and when it’s over, you know it was an incredibly good investment. I had such a day on Wednesday in Memphis, Tennessee.
Being Beautiful: Memories, like flowers, seem to blossom in the springtime
The azaleas have returned to my neighborhood like old friends.
Being Beautiful: Weather forecast: stormy with increasing clouds
Word of the day — desensitize: “to make less likely to feel shock or distress at scenes of cruelty, violence or suffering by overexposure to such images.”
Being Beautiful: I want the Waltons to be real again
“I reckon I don’t have much to give but my stories,” Grandma said to John Boy as she sat on the bed beside him and wished for a better gift to give her eldest grandson.
Being Beautiful: On the outside looking in
The church was as majestic as I expected with massive, exquisite windows through which generations have looked in and looked out.
Being Beautiful: And the gold medal goes to …
Since I was a little boy, the spins on the ice mesmerized me.
Being Beautiful: Not an angel, but my angel
She came to me, not like an angel, but as my angel, her embrace just as I remember.
Being Beautiful: Have you visited Memory Lane lately?
I wish we could go back to the moments in life that seem to stand still in our minds. Like Cher says, “If I could turn back time … “
Being Beautiful: The enduring love of a gentle giant, kisses and all
I have often wondered what goes through her mind when she curls herself into a big ball on the sofa and sleeps, and she does this a lot.
Being Beautiful: Remember the lessons of history in 2018
With the New Year’s Eve champagne barely behind us, 2018 unfolds full of promise and challenge.
Being Beautiful: High kicks and modest kisses in a winter wonderland
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, even though technically I have already had one.
Being Beautiful: The ‘Twelve Days of … Springtime’?
It was a few weeks before Christmas in 1981 and all the halls of Richton Elementary School came alive with handmade Santa Clauses made from construction paper, scissors and glitter.
Being Beautiful: Of miniature marshmallows and times gone by
Just last night while lying in bed with my Great Dane, flannel pajamas and the classic holiday movie “A Christmas Carol” playing, I sipped hot chocolate from my favorite Rudolph mug, the one with the chip on it.
Being Beautiful: Friends beat out toys and tractors as Christmas gifts
My Christmas list to Santa reads quite differently than the one I penned under the supervision of my third-grade teacher, Mrs. Jeffcoats, all those years ago.
Being Beautiful: Star of wonder, star of light
“Look at lights! Look at lights!”
She was too young for much of a vocabulary, but her exuberance transcended the need for words.
Being Beautiful: Does anyone have any extra fairy dust?
There are so many things I miss about Thanksgiving now that the light in my little stone cottage on Dykes Chapel Road has dimmed.
Being Beautiful: ‘Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend … ‘
Well, that’s according to Groucho Marks. This much I know: The books we read while children stay with us our whole lives.
One of my favorites is “Frog and Toad Are Friends,” written and illustrated by Arnold Lobel and published in 1970.
Being Beautiful: Jesus loves me, and so did she
Birthdays are the best!
Mine is this month, and I am ecstatic to be celebrating it with the best of friends in one of my favorite cities in the world, Washington, D.C.