Recently, I was talking to my friend and op-ed writer for the Arkansas Democrat Gazette, Tommy Foltz. Tommy is a deep thinker and even if you don’t agree with his opinions, speaking with him is always thought provoking.
Well, they were right. Monday’s total solar eclipse was thrilling to watch and everything everyone said it would be.
There are so many interesting things about Winston Churchill. One that I can totally relate to: he took a lot of baths. Maybe that isn’t particularly interesting, but that he had his secretary sit outside the bathroom to take notes while he dictated thoughts and letters through the closed door, is.
Spring is not only my favorite time of year because the world is waking up from a long winters nap, but it is also my favorite because we have March Madness.
Spring is here! My favorite season. I know, I know, I know; the air is full of pollen and we’re all sneezing our heads off but, to me, it’s worth every tissue used.
This Keytruda cancer treatment I’m receiving for the melanoma on my nose is kicking my butt, but I am A-OKAY.
Surprising to many, election years are not good for the flag business. Sure, we sell bunting to campaign offices and pep rallies, but that doesn’t make up for the overall downturn in annual sales …
I have four children, three of which work with me and my husband in our flag business. This makes me happy. It makes all of us happy and (I think) makes my employees and customers happy.
The story of Matthew and Dreamland began in utero.
I was pregnant with middle-son Matthew Savage McCoy when I bought and restored the Taborian Hall with its Dreamland Ballroom on the 3rd floor. Little did I know at the time that he was going to grow and inherit my love of this old building.
You don’t have to be Mexican to celebrate Cinco De Mayo or Catholic to enjoy Mardi Gras. Same goes for the Lenten season that began this week on Ash Wednesday and goes ‘til Easter.
Watching the Grammy’s is an easy way to keep music relevant. But a few years ago, when Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion performed WAP, complete with a stripper pole and a big bed, and Sam Smith came in a red dress, I thought I may quit watching. Now, I am far from being a prude; I cuss like a sailor, have lived a women-libbers life, have lots of gay people in my family, and I do understand art is provocative and I appreciate that. But maybe, because of my age, this year’s awards show was getting too raunchy and political for my prime-time music tastes …
Don’t ask me why, but writing seems to be good for everyone, even for those of us who feel they don’t read or write well. Just the mere exercise of putting your thoughts down on paper is good for one’s mental health and is the reason why, years ago, I started writing my life’s story. At the time, I titled my little autobiography, “Why to Go to College … NOT.”
I started my radio show Up in Your Business to pay forward my earned business knowledge. Business principles are the…
Unlike the winter of 2021 when Arkansas had a rare 14-inch snowstorm, this past week we had a typical winter accumulation of 4–6 inches.
It’s happening again. Another state, Minnesota, is adopting a new flag design. It was just 10 months ago, after 18 months of debating and $500,000, that Utah adopted their new flag, which I really like because it uses simple graphics to tell the Utah story.
Son Matthew uses the phrase “Keep dreaming,” when he closes his emails that go out to the hundreds of dedicated supporters of the Friends of Dreamland Ballroom. It reminds me of this quote from Thoreau …
Besides finding out my melanoma was stage one and confined to only my nose, the second-best Christmas gift I got this year was a new puppy.
Don’t look too closely, unless you’re gross like me and want to. No, that is not a red Christmas decoration in the picture above. It is an amelanotic melanoma that Dr. Chris Shewmake dug out of the tip of my nose. Gross!
Recently, I decided to use AI to help me reflect on FAB’s year-end sales and write some ad copy. This is what I sent ChatGPT…
The social juxtaposition of my time in Miami and my life in Little Rock is glaring. In Miami, I feel almost alone in a crowd. I know no one. On those days when I don’t feel like putting on my makeup, or “dropping out” as we used to say, it can be nice …