City Girl

The spirit of unity in small towns, especially in Emory, has been a topic of several of my columns over the years. It seems like a crisis brings out the best in people unless, of course, they’re fighting over the last package of toilet paper on the shelf. Once they get home from the hunting and gathering, they seem more than willing to share if they know of a need. […]

Last week I published a light-hearted list of ways to use surplus toilet paper. At that point, COVID-19 had not really touched my day-to-day life. […]

I don’t mean to make light of serious circumstances, but let’s face it, some of the situations that have arisen because of the coronavirus are hilarious. […]

Several years ago I read four books by Christian author Terri Blackstock called the Restoration Series. The basic premise was that a world-wide electromagnetic pulse wiped out every microchip on the planet rendering useless anything that needed one of those little pieces of plastic to function. Simple mechanical engines still operated, but fuel soon ran out since gas pumps no longer operated. […]

At the beginning of this year, I wrote a column about David’s and my intentions to begin working out at a local gym in the hope of living what’s left of our golden years in better health. In keeping with my usual serious tone, I pursued the vital question of what to wear when I worked out. I received quite a bit of input from fitness fashionistas, but I ended up going with what I had, at least in the beginning. […]

First, let me say this column is not about the Jack London novel or the new Harrison Ford movie. It’s sort of about a dog, but it’s mostly about me being a fraidy-cat. […]

David and I had a new experience last week. At lunch at the senior center on Thursday, our friend Peggy approached us with an offer of theater tickets for that night. […]

I had a new experience Sunday morning – I helped with KIDZ Church, a program at Believers’ Baptist for children from four years old through second grade. […]

Puxatawny Phil didn’t see his shadow Sunday morning, and that’s supposed to mean an early spring. I guess he was right. It was 79 and sunny in our part of the world on beautiful Groundhog’s Day. […]

Going to church on Sunday mornings is one of the best things I do all week, at least once I get past getting up a little earlier than usual and getting out the door looking a little more presentable than usual. It’s like a big family reunion every week. Almost everybody is happy and has a big smile and a warm hug – and the ones who don’t are an opportunity to share heartaches and encourage one another. […]