This is my first week back in my office at the Delta Democrat-Times in over two weeks, and I wasn’t on vacation.
On March 13, I had a normal Friday at work and even when 5 p.m. came, I was excited for the weekend.
No well-respected Southern event, be it a wedding, funeral or dinner after a lengthy Easter church service, is complete without a platter of deviled eggs.
With spring approaching and decorations of bunny rabbits and colored eggs popping up in every store, deviled eggs have been on my mind.
The summer I turned 13, my mom said I needed an activity to keep me busy during the months between school. My friend’s mom suggested we do the summer youth musical at Delta Center Stage. I thought it was the worst idea and I wanted nothing to do with it. Shy and more awkward than I am now, I cringed at the idea.
I have the utmost respect for educators as it is a career I never want to be in. Teachers, without a doubt, don’t get the credit they deserve. Not only do they sit with a class full of children who come from various backgrounds to teach them the same lessons, they also deal with the constant pressures of district and state testing.
In a land of equals, some folks are more equal than others. Just like in the United States of America, large cities generally are centers of wealth and small cities located in agricultural regions aren’t.
This weekend was my husband’s birthday, and, like every year, his parents came to town to celebrate.
Because they could only stay for one night this trip, we mostly stayed at our house so they could play and spend time with their grandchildren.
That evening, my husband requested to have his birthday dinner at Sherman’s.
When I snuggled in bed under my blankets Friday night, I didn’t expect I’d soon be waking up to the sound of tornado sirens.
I knew the South was expecting some bad weather that night, but I didn’t anticipate what actually came through the region.
There seem to be a lot of “reporters” in Greenville, but they aren’t exactly good ones. In less than three weeks, three bodies have been found in Greenville.
The first body was found on Christmas Day in the 700 block of Clay Street.
Most people have a particular Christmas story they enjoy revisiting every year. My favorite story, however, isn’t about Santa Claus, a magical snowman or flying reindeer. Mine is a World War II story of a Canadian soldier who was captured Christmas Day 1941 while stationed in China and wound up a Japanese Prisoner-of-War for four years.
While I know some people have been decking the halls and getting into the Christmas Spirit for several weeks — for some, months — this weekend was the first time I started to feel those festive vibes.
