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When a woman needs a gun

When a woman needs a gun

When a woman needs a gun

Our dear friend, Maxine, has had her share of woes.On the other hand, she has had sweet blessings.She is thinly built with delicate features, warm smiles, and trademark Southern woman kindness and courtesy.Maxine is stepping quietly, unnoticed by the angels as much as possible, through this world.
Don’t it make you wanna go home

Don’t it make you wanna go home

Don’t it make you wanna go home

Not long ago, I drove home, the back way, from running errands in town.It had been a few months since I had been down those roads. I was astounded.New construction boomed with a subdivision being dug through the angry, unyielding red dirt.
A piece of my past

A piece of my past

A piece of my past

A Texas newspaper story began with “Faded country music star, Johnny Rodriguez…” Faded. That hurt my heart.
A letter, a bracelet, and God’s anonymous hand

A letter, a bracelet, and God’s anonymous hand

A letter, a bracelet, and God’s anonymous hand

The Beloved Woman Who Shared My Name had a refrigerator magnet that said: “Coincidence is God’s Way of Remaining Anonymous.”I have just had a number of coincidences that will require some explanation, so please bear with me.This column generates quite a bit of reader response, depending on the...
The surprise of Stan

The surprise of Stan

The surprise of Stan

There sat three of us around a kitchen island in a suburban home outside of Nashville. It was great conversation where three of us were telling stories. One person’s story led to another’s story.Something was said that reminded me of a story, so I started. “I have a friend of more than 35 years.
Looking at a write-in campaign for governor

Looking at a write-in campaign for governor

Looking at a write-in campaign for governor

A number of you agreed with my description of the recent Republican gubernatorial runoff between billionaire businessman Rick Jackson and Lt. Gov. Burt Jones as a mudslinging pig fight and told me you were turned off by both.
Happy Birthday to this great land

Happy Birthday to this great land

Happy Birthday to this great land

Across the rippling creek and over the bridge with its rusty rails, I followed Mama, who was carrying a warm chocolate cake.
Remembering a big brother and his big influence

Remembering a big brother and his big influence

Remembering a big brother and his big influence

This is going to be a bit up-close-and personal. For the first time in my life, I am without my big brother. Robert Earl Yarbrough, Jr. passed away and it feels surreal. He has always been there. Had he not, I probably wouldn’t be here today. He was not my big brother by size.
Looking back, and ahead in Georgia’s elections

Looking back, and ahead in Georgia’s elections

Looking back, and ahead in Georgia’s elections

The primaries are over and it’s time to analyze the results in Georgia. Before I begin, it is important you know that Donald Trump has not commented on this column or its author. That is because he doesn’t know either exists.