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Columns

  • Things I think about and remember

    By Marcia Burr

    Guest Columnist

    This is World Alzheimer’s Awareness Month, but the thing to remember is that it’s not just Alzheimer’s and it isn’t just a month.

    There are hundreds of kinds of dementia and the people who go through this live it daily.

  • Wear the perfume

    I come by it naturally. I watched my Mammaw Nora in action, and later I witnessed my mother do it. Over and over and over.

    It's puttin' on the whole hog for company. That's an idiom used often in Appalachia if you're unfamiliar. It means you put out the best – everything you got – to be a gracious hostess. Company gets the whole hog – family gets the renderings.

  • Babies and genetics

    Most people do it and you may be guilty yourself.

    No judgments, but if you think about it, it really is an exercise in futility.

    What is it?

    Trying to pinpoint who a newborn baby looks like within minutes of it thrusting out of the womb.

    It never fails – parents, grandparents, friends – they all surround the infant and then the battle begins.

    "Oh, he looks just like his daddy," one declares.

    "Oh, no!" Another hushes. "He's a carbon copy of his mama when she was a baby."

  • July: From good to bad to better

    I missed most of July.

    I remember it coming in and I remember the ending, but all that middle stuff is totally lost on me.

    The reason?

    It started with a tickle.

    I can pinpoint it to the minute. I can't tell you why I checked my watch but I did.

    2:01 p.m. Tuesday, July 17 my nose tickled and I looked at my watch. By nightfall, my nose was stopped up and the next morning I felt the crud creeping into my chest.

  • In defense of AARP

    By Mignon Craig

    Guest Columnist

    My grandfather retired in 1951 with what he thought would be enough income from social security, his pension and his savings.  What he didn’t anticipate was the inflation of the post war years (over 50 percent in his lifetime) and there was no medicare until 1966.  When he died in 1969 he left a $500 mortgage for dentures on his old mobile home.  My parents had to sell the home and take in my grandmother because she didn’t have enough income to support herself.

  • Carolyn's I-95 adventure

    Regular readers know that I spent the weekend after July 4 in Eastern Kentucky at my class reunion. Everything went smoothly and I had the time of my life.

    Now, as the late Paul Harvey once said, now for the rest of the story.

    The reunion was over at 9 p.m. to allow those who had traveled to return home, or those like me, who needed to get an early start the next day.

    However, I ended up talking with classmates behind the trunk of my car in the parking lot until 10.

    By the time I returned to the hotel and changed, it was 10:45.

  • We are the same

    I've been gone longer than I lived there but there's no doubt my roots are tied deeply to the mountains of Appalachia and the people who live there.

    This past weekend, I made a 12 1/2 hour trek back as those vibrant verdant hills beckoned me once more.

    They are not the mountains of my childhood where narrow two-lane roads were crammed with heavy trucks carrying even heavier loads of coal.

    Once impressive homes are now in a state of disrepair and kudzu blankets abandoned properties.

  • I believe in what I do

    I was out doing errands Thursday when I got a text from friend and former co-worker, Lou Jones.

    "Shooting at Annapolis paper," it read. "Several shot."

    My heart dropped.

    Once I returned to the office and was able to check into what was going on, I was numb.

    I've been in this business a long time – and I've known journalists who were targeted for their reporting: Tires slashed; a Molotov cocktail thrown through a window of a newspaper office; telephone curses and in-your-face screaming.

  • I am afraid

    As a mother of a young black man in America, I am afraid.

    The January incident with NBA Rookie Sterling Brown has raised this fear another notch, because he is my son.

    Yes, that man is younger than my son, and taller, and a professional basketball player.

    But when I see him, I see my son.

    Yes, he parked illegally, and selfishly.

    But how that young man behaved when he saw a police officer at his car is what my son would do, what we have talked about doing, what we brought him up to do.

  • Who will be the next chapter?

    Have you ever noticed how many films and books either begin or end with a disclaimer that the project is a total work of fiction and not based on any person, living or dead?

    I beg to differ.

    Great authors write about that which they know – except J.K. Rowling and Stephen King (I hope) who have imaginations that are way, way out there.

    Whether movie or novel, characters are often amalgams of real people. Sometimes they're indistinguishable to everyone except to the author himself.