Our de Grummond Book Group celebrates Banned Book Week by bringing a favorite banned book to discuss, and I chose A Light in the Attic.
I stumble across the oddest ideas while I’m researching for something entirely different.
A box of moldy documents that survived Hurricane Katrina, discovered in her mother-in-law’s attic, turned out to hold unexpected treasure for Whitney Stewart.
I became intrigued with what constitutes a family as I sat one Monday morning in the outpatient surgery waiting room.
Windows and mirrors seem to shapeshift as sixth-grader Merci lives wrapped both in her own family traditions and in the commonalities of middle school.
Death has come to Aunt Dee some 85 years after it was first rumored. This past Sunday, my cousin’s text read, “Aunt Dee has gone to be with Uncle Charles.”
How could you not be tempted to read a book with a sentence on the cover that reads, “We all have demons. Clare wants hers back.”?
The flurry of interest in Mister Rogers’s Neighborhood has brought back good memories.
Start with an Appalachian story, set it in the late 1920s, add a preacher who pitches a tent and starts his own church called The Church of Consecrated Heaven and Satan’s on the Run.
If a person lives to be a hundred, what might he be known for?
Beware of book-loving friends if you are trying to finish your stack of to-be-read books.
Can three sisters keep a secret from the fourth? Read and find out!
Time comes at the end of the historical fiction Sold on a Monday by Kristina McMorris when Lily must confess the truth.
Two little boys moved to Hattiesburg two years ago and have taken me back to the Unreal World of Imagination.
It seems only fair to follow a book review about a Mississippi girl in early July with one about a Mississippi boy in early August.
If you’ll stay with me until I finish this blog, it will contain an option some of you have asked about.
Please don’t breathe a word about these book recommendations to Benjamin who just might be getting one or two on his upcoming birthday.
I don’t take great stock in omens and superstition, but when I hear the same thought repeated in divergent places and with different voices, it gets my attention.
Curious as to what we might have in common, I was glad when my Mississippi Writers Book Group chose The Writing Life by Ellen Gilchrist as our next book.
My mother taught me that it was impolite, but my mother-in-law got much entertainment out of her party line telephone and was only slightly chagrined when she was caught eavesdropping.