ME: I keep getting all this mail from AARP, and I finally gave in and joined. Read the full story
I just got back from vacation in a remote part of West Texas. Most mornings and evenings, I would sit outside on the porch, listening to the bird song, the occasional gust of wind … and well, that was about it, really.
We asked readers to send us their terrible dog stories for a chance to win a copy of Rick Bragg’s new book “The Speckled Beauty,” about his terrible dog, Speck. Y’all sent in stories of dog vs. possum, dog vs. rooster, dog vs. tiger. The winner of “The Speckled Beauty” is Dorothy Cypher of J…
When I first came across it on the internet, I thought it had to be a prank. But no. Brach’s, the folks who make candy corn, have come out with a whole new bag of candy corn flavors this season: Turkey Dinner.
I recently bought a container of a popular over-the-counter nose spray for allergies.
My husband got home from work Thursday and brought in the mail.
This column originally appeared in 2017. Y’all have obviously not heeded my warnings about pumpkin spice, so I’m just going to have to keep repeating myself.
I am sitting on the bed with the comforter pulled over my head. Not because I am reliving my childhood, although given the state of the world, retreating into a blanket fort sounds really good right now.
I recently glanced out the back window and saw a hawk and a hummingbird sitting in the same tree. Which must be a portent or a metaphor for something, but I haven’t yet figured out what.
My mobile phone is so old I’m going to have to get a new one soon if I want it to work on AT&T’s new upgraded network.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs and contemplated. It was three steps up, a turn at the landing, then 10 steps up — 13 steps in all. One-third of a Hitchcock movie. I took a deep breath, and climbed the stairs as fast as I could.
After many years, I finally transitioned from a paper to-do list to an online to-do list. I used a Google product called “Tasks.” It was very simple. I just typed in a list of things I needed to do, moved things around if I needed to, and never had to copy over my list at the end of the day.…
I’m wearing a computerized bio sensor on my back right now, meaning I’m that much closer to becoming a cyborg!
It’s been a weird couple of weeks.
My children have been out of the house for several years now, and I am out of the loop on what’s popular with the kids these days.
I really shouldn’t be allowed to own cars.
I can’t hit a ball. I can’t shoot a basket. I can’t run fast. But if they ever include word games in the Olympics, I might have a shot.
It’s Fourth of July weekend, which means it’s time for fireworks, and fireworks go “pop,” which means it’s time for a pop quiz! Below are 10 questions based on the naturalization test given by U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services. There are 100 possible questions on U.S. history and gov…
Fun fact: American poet T.S. Eliot (1888-1965), author of landmark poems with such depressing titles as “The Waste Land” and “The Hollow Men,” also wrote a book about cats.
There are many things I need to learn as I come out of my pandemic cocoon. How to make eye contact. How to chew with my mouth closed. How to clean stinky dog shoes. Mostly, I need to learn how to do my hair.
Do you know the polite and respectful way to post to Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and other social media platforms? Let’s take this handy quiz and find out:
After more than a year of working remotely from home, I went back to the office this week. It was finally time to address my most pressing concern: Did I wash out my coffee cup before I left?
In a normal year, I would have been volunteering once a week at PreSchool Friends at Grace Episcopal Church in Anniston, which provides free preschool for families whose children could otherwise not attend preschool. I am the music “teacher,” which is really just an excuse for me to sing and…
It has begun. I am fully vaccinated, and I am steppin’ out.
Our dog is the Houdini of mutts. When we first got her as a puppy, we lived in a house with a big fenced backyard. She had trees to sniff, holes to dig, squirrels to bark at. You’d think that would have been enough.
I keep seeing friends and strangers on social media sharing photos of themselves after getting their second COVID shots. They’re joyful and beautiful and some of them are showing off sparkly Band-aids. One had dressed up in an evening gown.
