SOUTHERNERS: In the south the hospital is more of a social gathering than anything else, the patient sometimes is given second place. The occasion is more like a family outing.
Sometimes, I forget that my dad was ever a little boy. Sometimes, when I’m angry about the past, and wanting to blame somebody for the present, I don’t want to remember that my dad was a little boy.
One of the most challenging, yet rewarding techniques in photography is working in very low light. Contrary to popular belief, it is possible to obtain aesthetically pleasing low light photos without utilizing a flash.
This week marks the premiere of the new fall television season. The Office got the head start on their final season, as they began last week. Given how sparingly they roll out a new episode these days, however, they’ll probably end when every other show ends.
Competition may be defined as the process of trying to beat or do better than others. It may involve a planned or an unplanned activity. We see competitions every day, whether it’s a foot race between children or one driver pulling out in front of another. Competitions surround us.
My husband, Garey, measures everything. He will come into the room where I’m reading and say something like, “I think I can make room between the air compressor and the first kiln to make room for your second kiln. I measured, and I’m about two inches short, but I can move the first kiln toward
Since I graduated college last winter I have touched base with many artistic styles and disciplines with my photography. You'd be shocked at just how many schools of thought exist simply for photo styles.
Douglas Adams said, “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” Some of life’s important events include weddings, graduations, and births. Important events may also include tragedies. Both the good and the bad affect us.
A plain-spoken young woman asked a college professor, “What the devil is sin?”
On Sunday mornings, I rise at five a.m., have my coffee and Pop Tart, wake my husband, Garey, and we head out to pick up our papers for the Sunday morning paper route. On the way, Garey always sings some little diddy that becomes stuck in my head for the rest of the day. This particular morning