On warm summer nights when bullfrogs serenade and fireflies glimmer over the meadow, my mind returns with my dad and brothers to a favorite catfishing hole on the Pomme de Terre near Fair Grove.
During what many would describe as the suckiest summer in recent history, something good happened at our house. Two of our three children have become gainfully employed with their first official jobs.
Here we are in the third quarter of 2020. My mom used to tell me not to wish my life away when I was looking forward to something in the near future and impatient for that date to arrive. I understand her thought, but this is one year that I won't be sorry to see go away.
Earlier this July, Gov. Parson decided to invest $87 million into economic recovery from the pandemic. Specifically, he decided to invest $15 million toward Missouri’s tourism industry.
My refrigerator made a fool of me today. This morning when I came downstairs to the kitchen, it was croaking — loudly. It sounded like an elderly frog was inside it, sitting in a creaky rocking chair that got louder each time he rocked back. I could hear it across the room.
As an emeritus faculty member of the University of Missouri School of Journalism, I feel compelled to offer some thoughts about the recent controversy involving the tweets by two school newsroom reporters and the university president's response.
My first car was a powder blue Volkswagen bug, made sometime in the late ’60s or early ’70s. I don’t remember the exact year. At the time my dad brought it home, it was 1987 and I was 14 years old with a driver’s learning permit I could hardly wait to start using.
“And I will pray the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may abide with you forever. … But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you.” — John 14:16, 26
Does your publisher intend to admit he was wrong about “reopening” now that COVID-19 cases are skyrocketing? He was quick to jump on that politicized bandwagon that backfired. Now, he’s silent.
You’ve heard of a missing person’s report, right? I may have to file a missing “pieces” report. Because I haven’t seen my kids’ ears in months. I’m beginning to wonder if they’re still there.
I want to commend the publisher on his Wednesday, July 9, column “Black Lives Matter.” He expressed my sentiments exactly. For the present generation of division in our country as the old idiom the publisher “hit the nail on the head.” Thomas Paine the patriot and his famous quote could well…