Generations columnist Ryan Miller tells readers how a simple jog along Oxford’s streets with his small daughter showed him just how blessed he is. Read his moving story in today’s Oxford Living section. (January 21, 2011, Page 1B)
Generations columnist Joanne Wilkinson goes back into her past where she dreamed about the future in today’s Oxford Living. (January 14, 2011, Page 2B)
Columnist Joanne Wilkinson shares her memories of a good friend and reminds us all how important our friends are to us — in good times and not-so-good times. (December 17, 2010, Page 3B)
Local columnist Ryan Miller remembers days of playing Indiana Jones and using imagination and sticks to create fun before the big technology boom.
Walk down memory lane with him in today’s Oxford EAGLE. (December 10, 2010, Page 1B)
Oxford Generations columnist Joanne Wilkinson recounts her first experiences in the Grove where she found pleasant surprises. (November 25, 2010, Page 1B)
Columnist and freelance writer LeahMcCormick writes about making lasting Christmas traditions and listening to her inner child in this week’s Oxford Living. (November 19, 2010, Page 1B)
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)