Sometimes I forget I’m an adult. I spend most of my day surrounded by teenagers and invest myself in their lives, dreams, goals, and problems. This weekend I watched my best friend get married t…
Opinion
Share your light with others
I got to witness the best thing on Sunday morning. Charlie got to be the acolyte at First United Methodist Church for the first time. This has been a long time coming and ever since he was in kinderga…
Labels can become predictors
Labels matter. Whether it be on a shirt, on a drink, or on a person those labels determine what you think about that particular object. I’ve been rather discouraged lately seeing how many differ…
Teens need to keep their heads up
When we hit our teen years, we go through a lot of things. We’re learning about who we are and we’re trying to fit in. We want to be accepted by our peers, and we’re figuring out what we’re good at in…
Let’s hear it for the team
Football season is upon us! Bring on the cheerleaders, the Friday night lights, the grass stains, and the sweat. People in Mississippi attend football games as loyally as they attend Sunday morning ch…
Letter to the Editor — Catherine Koehler
An open letter to JFK United and the city of Mound Bayou: It’s time to put the NEEDS of the students first. I was deeply troubled by reading in The Bolivar Commercial where there is a boycott of JFK s…
LETTER TO THE EDITOR — JOHNNY GORRELL
Dear Editor, Park Avenue in Drew, MS has been torn up for about 5 months, and it looks as if we will not ride on this street this year. No one that I have talked to seems to know if this is the fault …
Put trash where you should
It’s sad but true. Life is made up of a thousand things we don’t want to do. Putting the cap back on the toothpaste; washing the dishes; making the bed; folding the laundry; ANDTaking out the trash.As…
Learning to love what God created, frizz and all
I have curly hair. When I was a baby my hair sat in pretty black ringlets all over my head, often held out of my face with a large bow. However, because my mother lacked the thick curly hair…
A fist full of change and a heart of gold
I write about my daughter Berit often but there is another little one in my life that is just as important.
Many of you know I was the nanny to a little boy named Charlie during my senior year o…