Once upon a time, my two children went for a walk in the woods and came back with a gift for me. Read the full story
A lot of the time, when people see works by Oxford artist Wade Jenkins, they’ll tell him, “Pretty photos!” He’ll respond, “They’re not photos.” Read the full story
A lot of the time, when people see works by Oxford artist Wade Jenkins, they’ll tell him, “Pretty photos!” He’ll respond, “They’re not photos.”
Every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas, the reporters, editors and photographers of the Anniston Star newsroom gather for Cheese Day. Because there’s just not enough eating going on this time of year.
At a time of year when I’m anxiously watching for the Black Friday sales prices for a new TV, and I really want all new kitchen cabinets, and a new rug for the dining room, and pretty wallpaper for the guest bath, and new light fixtures as long as we’re at it, and I want I want I want I want…
We pulled out the good sterling flatware for dinner the other night. Not because we were celebrating or anything. Because all the other silverware was still hidden away in a packing box somewhere.
After reading through the 474 stories submitted in this year’s Ghostwriters contest, I have a pretty good idea of what kids today are scared of.
Shaun Hamill’s debut novel, “A Cosmology of Monsters,” is about a family that struggles with sickness, loss, finances, communication — all sorts of metaphorical monsters in the room. But this family is also haunted by real monsters.
Doodles were in the news this week. Not the things you scribble on the side of a notepad during a boring lecture. Not the Google doodles, those special occasions when Google changes up its logo. No, we’re talking about doggie doodles.
Since there’s a big ol’ story about Ken Burns’ new “Country Music” PBS series on this page over there to my left (your right), I thought maybe we could play a game of country music trivia. Here are 10 questions, with answers at the bottom.
Last week, I was talking with a friend about something that had been put together in a slapdash fashion, and I opened my mouth to say the word “jury-rigged,” but then I panicked and thought maybe that wasn’t right so I said “jerry-rigged” instead.
The son is leaving for his first year of college, and I spent his last week at home making his favorite foods. Parmesan-garlic chicken with penne pasta. Homemade meatballs. Pancakes. Bacon. A different kind of ice cream every day. (Oh wait, the ice cream was for me.)
Most every afternoon at work, I tuck a dollar and a quarter in my pocket and head downstairs to the break room to get a $1.25 pack of peanut M&Ms out of the vending machine.
It’s Monday afternoon, a little more than a week before the show opens. On a rehearsal stage at Jacksonville State University, two actors are moving slowly and methodically through a fight scene.