They’re cold-blooded. They have fangs. They have eight legs and as many as eight eyes. What’s not to love? Read the full story
The ground has also gifted me some mysterious and wondrous objects. Read the full story
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Like most people, I need to set an alarm in order to wake up in the mornings. Read the full story
The ground has also gifted me some mysterious and wondrous objects.
The ancient Greeks wrote things usingnospacesorpunctuationwhatsoever
Like most people, I need to set an alarm in order to wake up in the mornings.
Many years ago, I had what we used to call a “desk calendar.” I had a choice of weekly or monthly pages. There was only one cover choice: fake black leather.
Back in November, while working on a production of “Annie” for CAST community theater, Jacksonville State University drama professor Carrie Colton noticed something odd about the stage at the Anniston Performing Arts Center. It really wasn’t suitable for a musical theater show.
This is the story of how I met the devil.
One day last month the Public Library of Anniston-Calhoun County called and asked if they could lock me in a room.
On Monday, there was a frog in the house, near the front door. On Tuesday, there was a frog in the kitchen. On Sunday, there was a frog in the mailbox.
One of my favorite book passages of all time is from humorist James Thurber’s “My Life and Hard Times,” a memoir about growing up in Columbus, Ohio, in the early 1900s. He describes his grandmother, an otherwise formidable woman who lived her life in “the horrible suspicion that electricity …
Today, class, we are going to talk about “double negatives,” because how could I not not do it?
For 36 years and counting, Linda Levens has been driving the bookmobile for the Public Library of Anniston-Calhoun County, making her way on back roads out to Peek’s Hill, Eastaboga, Bynum, Alexandria and other parts of the county far from the main library in downtown Anniston.
Here are the books currently stacked on my nightstand:
Let’s talk about what’s on my fridge. (Not what’s IN my fridge. That would not be a humor column. That would be a horror story).
Near the intersection of Choccolocco Road and Bain’s Gap Road in eastern Calhoun County, in the community called Pleasant Ridge, lies a solitary grave.
A friend and her 9-year-old daughter drove down to visit one recent weekend. I got snookered into playing Monopoly with young Miss C.
My daughter is working as a camp counselor this summer, and she asked us to send her letters. Not texts. Not emails. Actual letters.
I was in high school when I first started raiding my father’s closet.
Penny penny penny penny penny …
“Rattlesnake plunges from tree into kayak” — The State, May 21, 2018
I have a boring name. “Lisa” was the most popular baby name the year I was born. I was never the only Lisa in my class.
Even when the house was at its quietest, there was still a low background hum coming from somewhere I couldn’t identify.
I recently stumbled upon the concept of “forest bathing,” which is touted as a cure for the stresses of modern life.
The hardest workout I get is figuring out ways to avoid working out.
Starbucks Crystal Ball Frappuccino: Apparently having run out of mythical creatures to name novelty drinks after, last week Starbucks debuted the Crystal Ball Frappuccino, available for a limited time only. Thank heavens.
