Almost everywhere you go now, stores and restaurants are displaying signs that read something along the lines of not being able to give change due to a nation-wide coin shortage.
This week, the newsroom of the Delta Democrat-Times was given a new home. Before you start calling your friends, yes, we are still very much in business and no, we have not moved away from our building on Broadway Street.
Eight minutes and 46 seconds was the amount of time it took for people to stop talking about COVID-19.
The terrible death of George Floyd on Memorial Day has sparked a passion and furious outcry from people seeking justice.
The little, red patches of sunburn on my children's faces are indicators of a good time they had this weekend.
Even though the actual first day of summer isn't until June 20, people who live in the South just accept and know Memorial Day is the true first weekend of summer since temperatures are already reaching the 90s.
I have stayed fairly tight-lipped with most people on my opinion on the COVID-19 pandemic, and I will continue to do so.
When there is a plethora of people, especially on social media, aggressively stating their opinions, the idea of sharing one’s thoughts feels like encroaching dangerous waters.
Growing up, one of my dream jobs was to be a storm chaser. Some of my favorite movies were “Twister,” “Tornado!” and “Night of the Twisters.”
While the world is consumed with coronavirus thoughts, my mind these days has been focused more so on my 4-year-old son, Conner.
April is National Autism Awareness Month and it was a little over a year ago when we got his official Autism diagnosis.
If you didn’t get a chance to pick up Sunday’s edition of the Delta Democrat-Times, you should. The front page story was about one local church family’s unique way of wishing one of their members a happy birthday. Lizzie Mae Baugh wasn’t just having another birthday, she had turned 100 years old, an absolutely incredible feat for anyone.
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.
