I was lamenting time’s passage the other day in a Facebook post, about how you seem to have all the time in the world when there’s nothing to look forward to, but the moment you find someone you really like and would love to spend all your time with, somebody upstairs hits the fast forward button.
Jezebel, the “wicked temptress” of the Old Testament, is the perfect name for a traditional southern sauce that’s a blend of sweetness and spicy …
I’m clumsy. Awkward. A klutz. Always have been.
It is well documented that I am not a handyman.
So, there we were lolling by the pool one day when one of my DNA descendants asked if I’d ever heard of something called “Pig Latin.”
A federal nutrition program that places new restrictions on snacks and beverages sold in schools also provides an opportunity for some fresh thinking …
I grew up in the “olden days” as my grandkids would say, before such delights as Books on Tape
We live in a pastoral little hamlet, Widdle Baby and I.
It was 42 years ago this month that my wife, Margaret, and I and our two pre-school age children rolled into Summerville from Atlanta to make a new …
It’s amazing where really good recipes can come from. I’ve actually gotten one at a church service (don’t ask!), off a pumpkin pie can label, and …
Life as I know it has become manifested in the dim, blinking brake lights in the distance, having left me behind.
I have to stop watching HGTV. It’s giving me a complex.
Is it baseball All-Star break time already?
Never let it be said that I’m not a sentimental guy.
The first time I ever attended a golf tournament I was 7 years old.
Well I must admit that I have been surprised at the amount of response, both pro and con, that I have received regarding my comments on the play …
“I’m at the airport with six kids, 12 pieces of luggage and eight carry-ons! Want to change places?”
Here are my final thoughts on the World Cup.
Sometimes you just need to buy the shoes.
Last year it was the Summer of Monopoly — a golf shirt the color of every street on a Monopoly board.
Once upon a time, I was a real football fan. This is why.
I’ve always been proud that I was born in the same month as America. Flying the flag on this particular day is probably our most graphic sign of …
Remember the mean kids in high school? The ones who did mean stuff to impress their mean friends, then laughed about it, because they were mean?
In my defense, it looked cool and refreshing. Cool as in temperature wise, not style, and refreshing, as in maybe a little aromatic relief from this ridiculous heat.
For those of you who have not followed or participated in our effort to develop a Vision Plan for the town of Summerville, let me update you. The …
There’s never a dull moment at Crazy Acres.
There’s this stranger who yells at noisy kids, shakes his fists at speeders in the neighborhood, glares at youngsters who thump the subwoofers in …