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Another installment of Southern vernacular

Another installment of Southern vernacular

Subscriber only"Hey there, buddy. What'dya know?" I asked as I greeted a young man visiting our country for the first time. His English was impeccable, yet he looked at me quizzically and slowly repeated, "What do I know?" My West Coast gal pal and I looked at each other and chuckled. Poor fella. Continue reading...

I smell the coffee of a foolish one

I smell the coffee of a foolish one

Subscriber onlyI -- like most children -- grew up reading fairy tales. The fantastical adventures of giants, witches and princesses kept my young imagination in stitches. I could don glass slippers, run from big, bad wolves and check my mattress for peas -- all before breakfast. Continue reading...

August can't get much better than that

August can’t get much better than that

Subscriber onlyOur record was 0-11, but records can be deceiving. We really weren't that good. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: Canine at the keyboard

On Furless Beings, zombies and Columbo

Subscriber onlyLisa Kelley is away this week. Writing in her stead is her dog, Baxter: Continue reading...

Does she ... or doesn't she?

Well, she does now …

Subscriber onlyI'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: Blue moon and stars aligned

One thing is rarer …

Subscriber onlyThere are some things in this world Continue reading...

Bikes, birds and the coroner's office

Redefining ‘fun’

Subscriber only"Let's ride the Square2Square together!" Figgy enthusiastically bade. "We bike from the Fayetteville square to the Bentonville square. It's 32 miles. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Continue reading...

The ties have it ...

The ties have it …

Subscriber only"I think things were better before women could vote," she said as she eased herself into the chair and awaited her ride. Continue reading...

Loving the snow when you miss the leaves

Loving the snow when you miss the leaves

Subscriber onlyOne of my favorite children's books is a Little Golden Book titled Four Puppies. Written in 1960 by Anne Heathers, and endearingly illustrated by Lilian Obligado, the story is told through the eyes of four little puppies as they first experience summer, fall, winter and spring. The pups venture outside at the beginning of summer. For weeks, they play with the butterflies and romp in the grass. They're so busy playing that they don't notice their world is changing until the cold wind has changed their world so much that they can't play the same games anymore. Continue reading...

No special occasion: Trip triggers family, memories, new fuel pump

Trip triggers family, memories, new fuel pump

Subscriber onlyThis weekend, I loaded Baxter, Gus, Woodrow and myself into the cab of our beloved old truck and headed toward Uncle Ronnie's for the 42nd annual FFA Farm Sale. We get some interesting looks from folks on the highway -- especially at stop lights when a bevy of rabbit and dog ears pop up to have a looksee. I just nod and wave. Continue reading...

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