Beauty is truth... and uninterrupted rest

If the iconic English Romantic poet, John Keats, could write “Ode to a Nightingale,” and “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” then perhaps I, just more than 200 years later, can also wax po ...

Spare kidney? What's your blood type?

I’ve got to hand it to Chris Storie. Most of the car rear-window decals I’ve seen in the South seem to be in the vein of “In memory of #3,” (if you have to ask, don’t) o ...

Pam Stone: I didn't splurge, I rationalized

You’d think by now I’d know that any time I try to appear anything else than what I actually am, it goes pear shaped. Case in point, I splurged (but not really -- I rationalized, as the pr ...

'They done tore up my mountain'

My regular lunch date with Junior included Paul this past week as I had been giving him breathless descriptions of Junior’s, daddy’s (we don’t say, ‘father’), home place, ...

What's in a name? A lot, apparently

Here’s a little tip to those of you would-be writers out there from your Aunty Pam: When you begin the promotional book tour for the release of your debut novel and find yourself happily chattin ...

Pam Stone: Man robs bank to escape repair job?

As far as I’m concerned, the funniest (saddest?) story of the week featured 70-year-old Lawrence Ripple, of Kansas City, who, according to various news reports, walked into a bank with a note th ...

The not-so-picture-perfect teen years

Generally, I’m very happy to have grown up in the generation into which I was born. While the suburbs were encroaching, there were still large swaths of open, rural area in the north Georgia com ...

Well, at least the snow is clean

Hasn’t this past week been exquisite? The foothills, cloaked in white, sparkling beneath the winter sun, the open fields under a soft, becoming mantle of snow -- how lovely it has been to watch ...

Passengers take flight from sanity

This past week in the news, as seemingly each week, there was another report of what has been dubbed “air rage,” when yet another flight was forced to divert, this time, to New Zealand, be ...

Overcoming that writing hurdle

It’s 15 minutes until 4 p.m., on a Wednesday, which is the deadline for this column and up until ten minutes ago, I had completely forgotten to write it. Until recently, I’ve never truly e ...

This ain't your daddy's fruitcake

My mother might not have had the chiseled body of Madonna, but man o’ man, in her prime, she had a forearm like Popeye. She had to — in order to tackle her yearly holiday cakes. This Chris ...

Merry -- hiccup! -- Christmas, y'all

I don’t know about you, but nothing says Merry Christmas more to me than being left a big ol’ mason jar of peach ‘clear’ on my front deck, along with instructions scrawled on c ...

Diet? I'm dying for some eggnog

Every now and then, I need a little pick me up. Are you with me? You know the feeling: despite denying yourself all the gooey, baked goods that come with the season and stringently adhering to your ex ...

Such touching words in the business world

Should I describe having telephoned someone I tend to say, “I called you.” And when I email or dust off my quill and ink pot to send a handwritten note, I would say, “I wrote you. ...

Got a bone to pick

There is what’s meant to be an amusing video making the rounds on social media showing a flustered young dog trying to grasp, bite or chew the “bone” painted on the bottom of his wat ...

Feel like starting over

Every four years in this country, precisely after midnight on Nov. 9, the Canadian Emigration website crashes. As it did this year. The top Google searches revealed last Wednesday, when the winning ca ...

They're not your mother's cupcakes

All right, I’m going to say it. And I know this won’t win me any friends. It’s even possible I might alienate every reader I’ve ever had. But here goes: I don’t like mode ...

Remembering the difference Mann made

It is my prayer and belief that when Joe Mann, proprietor of Big Oaks Rescue Farm, left this earth on Tuesday, beneath a delicate crescent moon during a clear, glorious autumn morning, that he was met ...

Smile! You're on critter cam

It was with great anticipation that I set up the critter cam (also known as a hunter’s trail camera) borrowed from my neighbor, Jay (because Paul didn’t get it for my birthday despite two ...

Riding with Junior, and his little darling

Me and Junior went riding.On the first Monday of each month, I drive a Mobil Meals route and my third delivery is to a neat-as-a-pin brick ranch, with a nicely paved driveway and a deep culvert on eit ...