Life can become really complicated. Sometimes we are to blame for the complications, and sometimes matters are beyond our control.
I work in a profession that brings me into contact with sick and hurting people on a daily basis. Many of the them are struggling with complicated situations that medicine alone cannot fix. We live in a stressful time. We surely need one anotherâ€™s care, support, and prayers.
Easter is a defining moment in a Southern girl's upbringing.
When I was growing up, it meant a new dress for Sunday School and church and family events that followed.
This was an especially big thing for little girls in small towns, like Cotton Plant, where the Methodist Church was the center of our social life at Easter time and pretty much year-round.
This being the week before Easter, there will be lots of stories in the news about various events all over the place. Passover is also coming, and will bring its accompanying events. This is a special week, indeed.
Hopefully there will be peace in both the United States and Israel for all these events.
There are many people hard at work trying to stir up trouble over all manner of issues. These folks have made a career out of preventing peace. Beware of people whose faces are constantly before you in the media, spewing forth discord and hate.
Years ago my spouse told me that I asked more questions than anyone he'd ever known.
"Well, think about what I do every day," I countered. "Newspaper people are supposed to ask questions. That's the way we find out how to inform the rest of you folks."
Ed snickered, then said, "I can't prove it since I didn't know you earlier, but I'll venture a bet that you didn't start asking all these questions after you became a reporter. You probably were already that way."
He started to walk away, then turned and added, "I'll bet you were born that way."
Not too long ago, I wrote a column in which I noted that I didn't recall eating blueberries in my earlier years, yet they're something we particularly enjoy nowadays.
We ate every other kind of berry I can think of, just not blueberries. Call me weird, but in Eastern Arkansas, I just didn't see the blue ones.
Actually, thatâ€™s just the tip of the iceberg. They want pretty much all of your freedoms.
If, however, we let them take away our Second Amendment rights, we will have no means with which to keep them from taking away everything else from us.
There is a famous quote attributed to Isoroku Yamamoto about Japan not attacking the United States mainland because there would be a â€śrifle behind every blade of grass.â€ť Though the quote has had some doubt cast on its substantiation, think about it what it says.
Lucas, age 3, can â€śread.â€ť
I know this is so because he read â€śGo Dog Goâ€ť to me the other night.
Of course I was already aware that this precocious grandchild was gifted in many ways, so his â€śreadingâ€ť came as no surprise.
Truth be told â€” and I will if I must â€” Lucas has memorized this story, which is one of his favorites.
He reminded me of his cousin, Molly, now a high school sophomore, who frequently â€śreadâ€ť â€śBrown Bearâ€ť to us as a 3-year-old.
â€śBwown behr, bwown behr, what do you see? I see a wed burd looking at me,â€ť and so on to the end of the delightful story.
For my generation of adults, nothing says spring louder and with more fanfare than the beginning of baseball season. In the 1960s, baseball was â€śthe national pasttimeâ€ť long before the Super Bowl became super and the NBA gained traction. For pure nostalgia, you canâ€™t beat baseball.
A great many words have been used to describe people who have various traits. Smart people are described as nerds, geeks or brainiacs. People with various levels of cleanliness skills are called anything from slobs to bums to clean freaks. No matter how we label others, sometimes those very labels come back to bite us in a spot known as the rear, tush or fanny. No matter what you call it, the pain is the same.
When I referred to them as a group, it was by the moniker "The Magnificent Seven."
This wasn't a band of American gunmen hired to protect a small agricultural village in Mexico from a group of marauding Mexican bandits. Indeed they bore no resemblance to Yul Brynner, Steve McQueen, Charles Bronson, James Coburn, Robert Vaughn, Brad Dexter, and Horst Buchholz, who portrayed the mighty seven in the movie that was actually a western-style remake based on Akira Kurosawa's 1954 Japanese film "Seven Samurai."
Nope. This was the feline version, but they were indeed magnificent.