A marvel of modern inventions is digital photography, which helps us pay closer attention to and share our gardens easily with others.
Who knew the boost, the rallying point we could be seeking lies just a few miles north of town along Friars Point Road?
After a week filled with accusations, finger-pointing, spin control and a great deal of rumor mongering, it was good to sneak away for a bit of Rotary respite Tuesday afternoon.
These Dog Days have me in a funk, all but beating the joy out of my little garden.
Mowing, watering, pest control, and other endless chores can be real downers; however, unlike Sisyphus, the mythological ancient Greek doomed to ceaselessly roll a rock up a mountain, I’m always looking for ways to lessen their toll.
As work begins on making final preparations for the 2020 U.S. Census, Coahoma County and the state of Mississippi are recording some of the highest scores in the nation.
However, in this case, the higher the score is not what you’re aiming for.
When 8-year-old Kaden Cleark stepped into the batter’s box at his Clarksdale youth league baseball game earlier this summer, he wasn’t expecting much.
But when his bat met the ball and it took flight, soaring higher and higher, until it cleared the fence some 120 feet away, pandemonium struck.
Marquis “Marlo” Stevenson never had a father figure in his life.
He was just 7 years old when his father, Andre Judd, died from gunshot wounds on the side of Highway 61 in Clarksdale. No one was ever charged in the shooting.
Annette Stevenson believes her son tried to mimic his father in some ways.
There was a certain something about Jimmy Lee Brown that would get Anna Kunkel’s attention as she looked over the men and women bunched together, seeking shelter, seeking comfort, seeking anything better than what they had.
They were Chicago’s homeless.