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This native Mississippian was born in 1960. Her father was a retired Air Force Colonel; a dignified African American who flew for the legendary Tuskegee Airmen during WWII despite being often told that his race would deny him such an opportunity. Her mother was a schoolteacher who held her children to impeccable standards of grammar and speech. Little wonder that Robin Roberts would one day

Yes, yes, and yes. I saw the piece in the New York Times, the one that suggested southern chivalry is dead, or at least wounded, and manners are on the decline. It did ruffle my southern feathers and I have decided to opine. I took a few days to consider whether or not anything good could be gained by my wading into the conversation, but when you're known as The Belle of All Things Southern,

The other morning, while simultaneously blow-drying my hair and doing lunges on my total gym, (What? Is that unusual?) I caught a televised segment of one of my favorite ministries during which one of my favorite Christian recording artists sang one of my favorite worship songs. Perhaps you’ve picked up on a theme already, but I’ll spell it out for anyone who may have been

Hello folks, I'm so happy to be off the road that I can't stand myself, but true to form, I've got stories stacked up sky high from my recent travels. Have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ I met some mighty fine people in Bainbridge, Georgia, not to mention the neighboring community of Climax. After speaking at a ladies retreat for Calvary Baptist Church, it was my

Five days a week, eight hours a day, the father worked underground in the Oklahoma lead mines, inhaling the bluish white dust of the zinc and dreaming of a better future for the child his wife carried. When their firstborn son was born on October 20th, 1931, Mutt named the baby Mickey after the legendary catcher “Mickey” Cochrane. Once the boy could hold a bat,

Dear friend, My heart broke this afternoon as I listened to your story and tried to understand even a fraction of the horror you've lived through. I knew bits and pieces from the brief notes you've sent me before, but those messages came across many miles and through a computer screen. I couldn't see your eyes or hear your voice like I did today across the small round table that separated us.