Everyone wants to die fast, but that is not the way of most.
This week, Grady’s 92-year-old father took his last breath. He had been winding down since October, hanging on to life, we believe, for his wife of 68 years.
I love what Inviting Arkansas magazine editor Kim Meyer-Webber said in her opening statement about AFB’ (Arkansas Flag & Banner) and AFB (Arkansas Festival Ballet)’s collaboration. Even our acronyms are synonymous.
Earlier this year I blogged about traditional retail being passe and, on my daughters suggestion, that I was going to reduce the inventory in our Flag And Banner (FAB) retail store. Well, since then I have decided to go even further.
The White House recently installed an 80 ft flagpole on the white house lawn, and here it is. All I can think about is: FOMO, for I wish I had sold it.
Why do hospitals advertise for more patients when they can’t even take care of the ones they already have due to chronic understaffing and a shortage of available beds?
Sitting in the garth after church, snacking and visiting with a fellow parishioner across the table, I suddenly felt a little bump. My friend pointed to my lap and said, “Your grandbaby just face-planted into his pickle.”
Prior to emails and the internet changing our lives, English teachers worried that writing was going to become a lost artform. Ma Bell had turned all of us into voice communicators, making lawyers the only letter writers left. In this school of thought, typing classes were dropped from many high school curriculums. But alas, the power of the pen is back, big time, along with keyboarding. It’s time to dust off the old grammar books and learn some new tricks on how to write a good email.
In past years, voting day has been akin to a neighborhood block party. Everybody knows everybody. As we all stand in line chit-chatting, we talk about dog-walking, the weather, and who’s renovating the house on the corner.
I can’t say I have always agreed with our local newspaper, The Arkansas Democrat Gazette. During Little Rock’s famous newspaper war of the ‘80s, I was impressed by the Democrat, a conservative afternoon newspaper, and their tenacity in fighting the Gazette, the Gannett-owned corporate giant.
So, what does life look like after the kids leave and the…
This Keytruda cancer treatment I’m receiving for the melanoma on my nose is kicking my butt, but I am A-OKAY.
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.”
In high school, Pat Matthews had a compulsion to create and his talent was evident by the art competitions he entered and won. But, alas, he knew the career of a young artist was uncertain. This rational thinking led him to a degree in architecture.
What a week. After the Supreme Court’s overturn of Roe vs Wade that has ALL women reeling in their emotions, I went to Florida to work.
No longer having mouths to feed at home, I was able to travel to Connecticut this past weekend to see a long-time friend of mine’s daughter get married. It was fun. The weather was picture perfect, the mountains and rivers plentiful, and the roads windy.


