
Reflections of a Southern Yankee: Ghosts of Christmas Past
As I approach my 51st Christmas, I can’t help but reminisce. All of the trees that were put up and decorated have long since returned
As I approach my 51st Christmas, I can’t help but reminisce. All of the trees that were put up and decorated have long since returned
Almost heaven West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains Shenandoah River ~ John Denver I had been on the hour and a half ride up Interstate 81
I was recently asked by my editorial director if I would be willing to write an article about prom from a man’s perspective. Immediately, I
Just a dirt road With trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive -Alan Jackson They say driving is
I am eight years old and sitting in a comfortable armchair downstairs in the den. It’s around 7:00 in the evening. The fading light through
The setting sun casts long shadows over a crowd of nearly 100,000 people. They are gathered in lawn chairs and upon blankets, and have come
There are a few things in life that give you that sinking feeling in your stomach and a sense of dread – the check engine
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”
I’m not a huge fan of Hollywood, so it takes a lot to impress me when it comes to movies. One that I’ve always loved
I was a third classman (a.k.a. sophomore) at the Virginia Military Institute in the winter of 1992-1993. Having gotten through the previous “rat year,” I
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