Immersing senses in present moment
I write this column while seated on a rock at the edge of Horseshoe Bend outside of Page, Ariz. The sun is rising behind me -- which, not being a morning person, are words I don't typically string together. It takes my breath away, both the view and the 5 o'clock hour.
Spring season for lawyer jokes
Talk is cheap.
Back home, farm sale not just buyin’, sellin’
I spent the better part of the morning Saturday before last brushing snow from my eyes at the 44th annual Piggott FFA Farm Sale. We couldn't recall a time prior when it had snowed.
Enough reason to get out of bed
Do you ever have one of those days you just don't want to do? A day when there's nothing particularly wrong. No body part less functional than usual. No lack of sleep causing eye bags so large they exceed the size for carry-on luggage. No mental or physical malady to warrant a day under the covers. Just a day when you partially open one matted eyelid long enough to confirm the sun arose and you don't want to follow its lead.
‘Oooot-whooose’ means outhouse; pet, sitters don’t enjoy the trip
Going on international holiday. Traveling abroad. Coloring outside the U.S. lines. I'd never done it. My bare country feet had never stepped outside the border of these here continental United States. The closest I'd ever come to being in foreign country was a foray into New York City. Until last week ...
Call with phone company leaves customer clueless
I never feel more like committing a felony than when I have to deal with the telephone company. Each time Ma Bell and I have an encounter, I'm convinced our conversations can't get any crazier, and each time, I'm proven wrong.
Games more challenging if hosted in Arkansas
Now that I know "streaming" isn't a water sport, I rarely watch live television anymore. But there are occasions when I take a break from binging and put the trusty antenna to use.
Don’t mess with Magnum
Listen here, Hollywood and L.A. I know I'm not an authority on much in your world. I don't know the first thing about carrying on calmly while the earth shifts violently beneath you. I can't tell you how to "hang 10" unless it involves five pairs of socks and a clothesline. And I couldn't follow your gnarly dialect if you tied me to a post and like, totally made me watch the movie Valley Girl for a week straight.
Audio books lead to strange behavior
I adore a good book, and for the most part, I think a good book is terribly fond of me. We spend a scandalous number of hours together in our love affair, curled up on the sofa or nestled under bedcovers, just the two of us. And a dog. And two cats. And two rabbits and fish nearby. But mostly, it's just us.
If Roosevelt visited to Pollard, Arkansas
It was the summer of 1954 when the bull attacked my mother. Not a pit bull. Not Bull, the bailiff from the 1980s sitcom "Night Court." Not Bull, the doctor in the current drama inspired by the life of Phil McGraw ...although the idea of Dr. Phil attacking my mother would make for a compelling story.