The CA, for a few months now, has been receiving letters from self-identified jihadist Abdulhakim Mujahid Muhammad as he spends time in prison for his part in the death of one soldier and the injury of another at a military recruiting center in Little Rock. This past Sunday, we printed some excerpts of those letters, in which Muhammad describes his purpose and what he sees as an all-out war on Uncle Sam by those Muslims…
I don’t remember how I heard about them but I was in high school, trying to scavenge for what bits of cool I could (I wore Walmart knockoffs of Airwalks until I could weasel my way into a real pair) when I heard about the Toadies. One day I found myself with my grandmother at the Old Hickory Mall in Jackson, in Camelot Music (which is now FYE, I think), with Rubberneck in hand, heading…
So nice of you to bark at me when I was taking pictures of the neighbor’s Japanese maple and then escort me home when I got scared of you and ran away.
I was so excited to start making and selling magnets made from my photos, until I did a couple of test batches and realized that the glass marbles I bought have lots of bubbles in them. I’m thinking people will see the finished product and think the bubbles are something I neglected to fix when gluing. So now it’s back to square one. I bought some larger marbles that are a nice, substantial size, but…
I’m good at starting stories, but I’m not so good with coming up with compelling conflict and I’m even worse at wrapping things up. Most stories I write get rambly and bogged down in details and go unfinished, and yet opening lines tumble through my brain on a nearly constant basis. I thought it might be fun to put some of them here in the hopes that you writerly types might see fit to use…
Krissi and Jeremy and Piper let me tag along with them to the Botanic Gardens again this year for a family photoshoot. We went in mid-October, which turned out to be perfect both weather-wise and scenery-wise. I don’t know how the Botanic Gardens managed not to completely burn up this summer like everyone else’s gardens, but I suspect a whole lot of chicken blood and brick dust might be involved. I’M SAYING THEY USED VOODOO…
I don’t know if this is a thing with a name or not (Google only seems to return results for champagne-and-pomegranate-juice cocktails, one of which is called The Lava Lamp because of bubbles’ tendency to make the seeds go up and down), but I did it and now I intend to do it a lot more because it is simple and pretty and tastes freaking awesome. Sparkling wine (I had Barefoot brut cuvee) + pomegranate…
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