Joining those saying goodbye to DEI

Uh oh, this column as you read it may never be the same again. I’m not talking about finally figuring out where commas go. That will never change. No, I am talking about my Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) initiatives.I am afraid I am going to have to dismantle that sucker.

The worst date ever

Several years before I married a wonderful creature named John Tinker, I had the worst date of my life.In Louisville, Kentucky. Ironically, a runner-up for that honor happened years earlier in Lexington, Kentucky, during the weekend of THE Derby.

Georgia congressman’s name game a bit lame

Georgia’s 1st Dist. Rep.Buddy Carter is a pharmacist. I can’t be sure, but I’m guessing he may have had a sip or two of Robitussin AC while back home. Why else would he have introduced a bill last week in the U.S. House of Representatives to rename Greenland, “Red, White, and Blueland?

The hands of hard work

Back in the days when work was bone-deep hard and money was so scarce that people often barded for necessities, Mama recalled many stories of that time.Like most teenagers, I half listened but asked questions to be polite.

One of the most famous men I ever knew

His name is Calvin.There will never be a monument, a bridge, or dirt road named for him.But in this part of the South, his name, Calvin Stewart, will be engraved in our hearts forever.Calvin was a patrol officer for the local sheriff’s department.

Remember what’s important – and what’s not

Have you ever read, seen, or heard something that sticks in your mind like glue and just won’t go away? I have. It was an article that appeared recently in The New York Times. (Yes, I do read The Times, but I don’t inhale.

America is already great; make it good again

Dear Mr. President, I am writing a letter you likely will never see or even know of its existence. So, why the effort?Just because I think it needs to be said.You won the election, no question about it. That makes you president. My president.

The joy of the rain

It was in the gloaming of a hot, July evening. I was dressed in jeans, an Elvis tee shirt, and farm boots, cleaning weeds near the stream that runs under our driveway.A bristling wind suddenly lifted the leaves and I looked up to see the skies darkening further. I called to the dogs.“Y’all c’mon.

Some random thoughts on random subjects

It was a simple gesture.Probably meaningless to anyone but me.We were at the funeral home, celebrating the well-lived, godly life of our Aunt Kathleen. Tink and I were seated on the sofa, near her beautiful casket, when my cousin, Wanda, plopped down in my lap and threw her arm around me.

My cousin

It was a simple gesture.Probably meaningless to anyone but me.We were at the funeral home, celebrating the well-lived, godly life of our Aunt Kathleen. Tink and I were seated on the sofa, near her beautiful casket, when my cousin, Wanda, plopped down in my lap and threw her arm around me.