Dadgumit! Jiminy Cricket and Hell’s Bells!
I am a person of simple means. I don’t wear much jewelry. I don’t buy the latest fashion. I don’t get pedicures, but I do have good knives. When I was younger, I bought cheap knives. You could get a fancy looking one at just about any convenience store for five bucks. But the blades are chea…
Union Hill Baptist Church in Ranburne, Alabama, is having a gospel singing and worship service featuring The Troy Burns Family from Bryson City, NC, on Sunday, June 14, beginning at 10:30 AM (CDT).
One thing I have liked about having to stay at home most of the time during the last two and one-half months or so is that I have had more time to devote to my favorite pastime: reading.
I rode the elevator with America. The elevator I rode is one in Houston, Texas, MD Anderson Hospital. It was one of many elevators. I happened to be on it because I had parked the car and was headed to the waiting room on the seventh floor of the hospital where Sheri had an appointment.
In the early days of our relationship, I was so anxious around Abbey. One of the first times I came over to her house, we decided to cook dinner together. But our dinner wasn’t the only thing ‘cooking.’ I vividly remember sweat streaming off my body as I tried to present myself in an accepta…
Seventy-five years ago, our nation was celebrating the defeat of Nazi Germany and was preparing for the defeat of Japan, which would come three months later and mark the end of World War II.
From day one, my parents knew Abbey must be pretty special. Throughout high school I’d never had any interest in attending the prom, so my senior year when I told them I would be going with a date, they both nearly keeled over in shock.
Much talk of late has been about when will we get back to normal, as in when can we take off our masks, go to work, go to church, go to the grocery store, go out to eat (!) and go out to play without fear of contracting or passing to someone else a virus which can be deadly.
I always thought Linen closets were pretty predictable places. Folded sheets, pillowcases, stacks of fresh towels ... predictable. A few years ago, though, I discovered I was wrong.
You never knew Myrt from Mississippi. Myrt was a really devout Christian, who for much of her adult life, suffered from debilitating arthritis. Near the end of her life it kept her from walking and from being able to grip things. Those who knew her loved her and admired the tenacity of her will.
I don’t normally review stand-up specials, but I’m making an exception this week for a couple of reasons. First, and perhaps most obvious, these are unusual times and most of us need quality entertainment wherever we can find it.
The year 2020 has been defined by three terms: “flattening the curve,” “sheltering in place,” and “social distancing.” Similarly, the Coronavirus pandemic has defined our lives these past few months, as we’ve had to alter the way in which we live and communicate. My heart goes out to those w…