By Guy McClure
This may or may not have actually happened, but it happened in my head and it is happening on the paper on which I’m writing so that’s good enough for me. The following is a story about fear, trust and an unspoken friendship that I have encountered along a wooded path. It begins with a first step and I’d like to take you with me. Believe it if you need to.
By Ron Fritze
Lucie Duff Gordon: A Passage to Egypt by Katherine Frank is the next book on the literary itinerary of the day-time book discussion group. Who is Lucie Duff Gordon, you ask? In a nutshell, she was a woman author and translator who lived (1821-1869) during the first half of the Victorian era in London. I am sure most people have never heard of her. Certainly I hadn’t until I started doing research on Victorian travelers in Egypt. But once I started reading about her life, I found out what a truly fascinating person she was, as was her family.
By Jessica Williamson
My Momma and Granny used to ride the dirt roads in search of some flowers to dig up or a forgotten old juke joint. Every weekend, they would ride with me and my sister in the back seat and play music. I can remember the first time that I ever heard his voice. I was a little girl sitting in the back seat of the car when my momma put the tape in. That unforgettable voice came pouring out of the speakers, and I was hooked. They listened to mostly country music, but sometimes they would throw something else into the mix. That day it was Rod Stewart’s greatest hits. Rod has been making women fall in love with his voice since he started singing in the mid-sixty’s, and I was no exception. At five years old, I was in love.
By Tony Ricks
At home, my children are learning to blog on a private, password-protected website and with parental supervision. They are doing things I never did. They are composing with words, images, even video: it’s easy once you learn the basic blogging tools available. And I wonder: how will these experiences impact their educational or lifelong goals? I really have no idea. But the fact that they are composing blogs and using tools that didn’t exist when I was a child are perhaps omens of what the future holds in regards to new media and its possibilities.
By Rita Kaye Nearor
This time of the year the sports section of most any newspaper circulated throughout the United States is blanketed with heroic stories of football. Words like “pounded”, “defeated”, and “win” are prominent in headlines in this grid-iron glorified country. In the South, you are guaranteed to strike up a conversation with a total stranger if the topic is football. As important as football is in any Southern home, winning is just as important. Sure we say, “It’s not who wins or loses, but how you play the game.” Well, we all know that’s a lie. If winning wasn’t important, why keep score? I’ve also heard, “We stand behind our team win, lose, or draw.” Again, that’s another lie. The research would back me up, but I prefer personal observation. I have witnessed ticket sales and booster support drop during and after a losing season.
By Brady Liles
It all started a little over two years ago. I had no idea that this would be one of the most influential facets in my life. It was called Book Club. The Tuesday night trend started years before my invitation, consisted of a solid group of about seven men from various backgrounds, occupations, and phases of life.