OF COURSE THEY’LL BELIEVE ME, WHY WOULDN’T THEY? Read the full story
It’s not really summer until the heat bugs sing. Read the full story
I was cleaning out the basement recently and unearthed a box labeled “STAMPS.” I was puzzled for a moment. Why would I have a big box of stamps? Read the full story
Jumpin’ juniper! It’s the last day of June already! I thought this month would never end. Read the full story
It’s not really summer until the heat bugs sing.
I was cleaning out the basement recently and unearthed a box labeled “STAMPS.” I was puzzled for a moment. Why would I have a big box of stamps?
Jumpin’ juniper! It’s the last day of June already! I thought this month would never end.
Back when spring was new, I kept hearing a strange tapping, tapping outside my bedroom window. It sounded like a woodpecker pecking on the side of the house, except that we have vinyl siding.
I do love me some ice cream, but I have some concerns.
Now that it’s turned hot and sunny out there, the weather forecast maps have gotten really boring.
If a captain orders you to examine something closely, the appropriate response is, “Aye, I eye!”
When I was 9 years old, like many children my age, I started writing letters to famous people.
The Anniston Star recently moved into new offices. We didn’t move far — just to the other side of the building — but it’s been an adjustment.
The other night I stopped by the bakery to get a little something sweet (because my doctor has put the kibosh on large-sized sweets). The bill came to only $1.09, and I took the opportunity to rid myself of some pennies.
Like the broken drain pump wasn't enough?
Me: Ow, all of my joints hurt!
I’ve been writing this column a long time, and over the years I have learned to take notes when funny things happen in my house.
With the success of Marie Kondo’s new Netflix series on how to declutter/un-fire-hazard your home, I thought I should try tidying something. Kondo’s idea is that you can find zen if you only keep things that spark joy.
Me: [ standing in front of the microwave waiting for lunch to heat up ]
How do I love thee? Let me text the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my thumbs can reach …
With all the scandals coming out of old yearbooks, I thought it best to go through mine and make sure there was nothing incriminating lurking in there.
I try hard not to hate anybody or anything, but I am having some very unkind thoughts about housework.
I lean to the right. I don’t mean politically, but literally.
I recently took up a nasty habit I thought I had kicked back in high school.
It was "one of the most beautifully hideous bowls ever."
"Ah" is for looking at fireworks. "Aaaaaaaah!" is for running from serial killers.
There’s a lot of talk about night fashions this time of year.
There are not a lot of games that our two-parent, two-young-adult household can agree on.
