Lisa Kelley

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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...

Police: Suspect in Virginia bus station shooting dead; 3 others hurt

RICHMOND, Va. — A gunman shot a Virginia state trooper Thursday at a busy bus terminal in the capital city of Richmond before he was shot dead by two other troopers, police said. Two civilians were hurt, though it was not clear if they had been shot. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: On perms, candles, traffic tickets

On perms, camels, traffic tickets

Subscriber onlyThis week, St. Patrick and I raise our glasses and toast one another: To him still being deceased since the 5th century and to me having not yet met him as I add another birthday to my collection. I notice my reflection is changing a bit in the mirror, but I'm glad to still recognize it's me. For the most part, I think I'm holding up pretty well, considering I have no after-market parts. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: Capturing the scent of a Dixie Candle

Capturing the scent of a Dixie Candle

Subscriber onlyThe smell of freshly cut grass is one of my favorite scents. Yankee Candle actually captured that scent some years back, and I liked it so much that I finally succumbed to buying something labeled "Yankee." The smell transports me to another place, where bare feet mingle in cool blades of grass and a gentle breeze whips laundry on the line. Sometimes, it takes me way back, where the sun warmed my body on the hillside of my youth, in the prettiest and poorest place I've known. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: He doesn't know grit

Gourmet cook kicked out of Granny’s kitchen

Subscriber onlyWhenever I hear someone proclaim, "This is how it's done in the South," I quickly close my eyes, hoping to shield the eye roll that immediately takes off from behind my lids. What short-sightedness to think any group of people does one thing the same way, and what hubris to think one knows all the many ways they do them! Continue reading...

Farming on Main Street

Collards, cast iron in the city

Subscriber onlyThere are some things I take for granted that folks of a certain age know how to do. Where I was raised, there wasn't a soul around who didn't know how to season a cast iron skillet, to stack wood in a proper cord or to quilt, embroider, knit or crochet. Even my Uncle Ronnie -- a tough fella who for three decades alternated every month between farming and steering a riverboat down the Mississippi -- once crocheted an afghan to pass the time. Continue reading...

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