Now, I’m sure that many of us have experienced, in one form or the other, how the Left and modern
Tag: Personal
Memories of Pop
I have such fond memories of my childhood. Especially, the ones spent outdoors at my Pop’s home. They lived in
God Bless Dogs
“The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.” Lord Byron I’ve learned a
Diary of a Pandemic: The Chinese Coronavirus
Friday, March 13th: It Begins My pregnant wife and I drove to Kroger but we couldn’t find a place to
The Year of the Ladder
My dad had a simple solution for all that was bothering me when he put that rickety ole stepladder against
Sign of the Times
A few nights ago was one those swampy, late summer, Louisiana evenings, one of those where you know you’re going
Song of the Deep South
Over the past five years, the DNA analysis business has exploded. Prices for ancestry estimations made from analyzing someone’s autosomal
The Long Hard Road
It was late 1958, Nelly Laverne Hollis walked down the wide hallways of the Medical Center of Central Georgia in
Old Andy and “The Big House”
Back when I was a kid, maybe six or seven, my father let some colored man come live in our
Marie and Madeline
As a little tyke, Madeline, my mother’s younger sister, was the candy bringer, always with a roll of lifesavers in