Columnist John Moore's mother turned off her landline and the phone number he grew up with is now gone. He's taking it harder than he expected. Courtesy John Moore My mom turned off her landline. For 50 years, my parents had the same number. 898-2446. Now, it’s gone....
If there was one thing Ashdown, Arkansas had when I was growing up, it was plenty for kids to do. During the summer months, activities included baseball, day trips to swim at the lake, visiting kinfolk, and spending the night at a friend’s house. And of course, lawn...
Forty-five years ago, my mother began collecting a series of antique canning jars. I can’t remember why this happened, but my best guess is that she came across one that was unique, she liked it, and she bought it. This purchase would start a chain reaction and a...
In a time where our world is in a dark place that only worship and prayer can change it, it’s probably very strange to see an article titled as such. The worship of God is something that scripture shows is a normal part of a Christian’s life. But, believe it or not,...
Now I realize some of you don’t like church and, my guess is that you might have a pretty good reason. But let’s just say, for arguments sake, there are some wonderful churches out there. Churches where the Lord actually changes lives and uses these same lives to do...
After a recent meeting, a coworker mentioned that she and her family had bought a new home. Actually, it was new to them, but it was built in 1963 in what was then and is still now one of the city’s most desirable neighborhoods. What seemed like a typical workplace...
ast year, my wife and I were finishing up our first year as College Student Parents. I wrote an article about advice for parents about to take that step. It was well received, so I thought it might be helpful to revise a little after twice as much...
One time, when my son was young, he was acting up. The behavior continued to the point that he needed a spanking. He obviously was not thrilled about this punishment, and he began to cry, even before the spanking. So, in a moment of what seemed to be parenting genius,...
I’m not sure how a tomato became the symbol of sewing in the South, but it did. My mom, and every other mom I knew in Ashdown, Arkansas, had a pincushion in the shape of a tomato. Many of those pincushions are still around. Judging from the workload that women endured...
