A few months ago I wrote an article entitled, “Waiting for Shirley Cate.” In it, I described my excitement surrounding the arrival of my first born child. Ironically, that same week the article was published, our little girl arrived.
She was healthy and oh-so-adorable. Since then, every morning I can’t wait to discover more about my little daughter. As our baby grows, becomes more chubby, makes more noises and funny faces, I get to learn more about the little girl who melts my heart. As a parent, all you want is for that baby to smile at you. She smiles and all in the world is right.
So far, Aunt Fanny is one of Shirley Cate’s favorites. Aunt Fanny has the uncanny ability of making Shirley Cate giggle and smile every time. Don’t get me wrong, Shirley Cate loves to look at her Mommy and Daddy too. Sometimes I look for excuses to wake her up so I can see her smile. (By the way, side note — ever wake a sleeping baby. Smiling is the furthest thing from that scenario. Trust me.) Fanny, though, has the power of hilarity and entertainment, at least for a four-month-old. I haven’t been too sure of what it is or why Shirley Cate thinks Fanny is so funny, but she does. (November 12, 2010, Page 3B)
How many times have you heard, “If I win the lottery I would …”?
Chances are, if you are from Mississippi, not very often. I grew up in Florida and turning 18 meant one thing — being able to play the lottery. It was one of the first things I did on my way to work on my birthday. I bought both a scratch off and a Florida Lotto ticket and, although I did not win that week’s lotto (or any week’s), the excitement was just as fun.
As a student, the lottery would be a great benefit for myself and my classmates. The game’s main purpose — besides allowing those lucky few to win large amounts of money — is to fund programs for education. With the current budget cuts and the rise in price of education, a lottery could help many students and schools with extra funding that is so desperately needed by many. (October 15, 2010, Page 1B)
I was always fascinated by the idea that families would gather all of their worldly belongings into one wagon, brave the elements of the unforgiving west, and race to stake their claim to something they hadn’t even seen before. I remember trying to imagine what that must feel like. I would imagine the fear of not knowing what lay ahead and the anxiousness over this potentially dangerous, one way trip.
Then I found the “Grove” at Ole Miss and didn’t have to imagine anymore! (October 8, 2010, Page 1B)
Oxford Generations columnist Leah McCormick writes about living out your dream this week:
Years ago, I thought I had the job of my dreams, the one I’d worked so hard for — and then I stepped off the treadmill …
I’ll never forget my first day off. I just wanted to be in the moment with my children. I did laundry, got a wild hair and hung them on the clothes line. My daughter, Rivers, stood on an upside down 5-gallon bucket beside me and “helped.” The wind was blowing slightly, moving the sheets slowly in the wind. It was so “Little House on the Prairie.” Rivers beamed at me. I beamed right back. (October 1, 2010, Page 1B)
Jordan Bankhead takes on the beloved tradition of the Grove — Oxford’s long running tradition of tailgating in style – in this week’s Oxford Generations column. According to Bankhead, if you happen to be one of those deeply deprived individuals who has never experienced this tradition, you are missing out. You should make it a point to be there sometime this football season. (September 24, 2010, Page 1B)
Joanne Wilkinson, writing a Generations column, takes a look into an idea her husband came up with recently that she liked: instead of a fitness club, how about a Couch Potato Club? (September 17, 2010, Page 1B)
Every now and then we all face moments when we wish we were somewhere else.
These moments might look like a rough day at work, an awkward pause in a conversation or the moment you receive some very difficult news. We all face them and we all have to deal with them. And yet, in our mind’s eye, we often travel to far off distant places to escape or run away. These exotic mental locations might be different for every one of us, but the principle is still the same. (September 10, 2010, Page 1B)
As a long-time Oxford resident, 29 years and counting, I have become accustomed to celebrity sightings and the filming of movies in and around our community. This time, however, I am personally involved with an outstanding local film, “Where I Begin.” (August 27, 2010, Page 1B)
My dad and I have been orphaned this sweltering month of July. I find no other words to describe it better: My mom has been out of town.
She and my sister left for Taiwan at the beginning of the month. Shortly after they left, I was walking through the house when I was struck by a faint memory. (August 20, 2010, Page 1B)
Oxford EAGLE columnist Susan Boehm and husband are making up new rules as they travel into their golden years. Despite a diagnosis of dymentia for her husband, Susan and Byron have agreed to be open with others and continue to have a sense of humor about his condition. “Byron has dementia, but I can tell how very much he loves me and he is so proud that I love him as much as I do.” (August 10, 2010, Page 1B)