Have I got one for you! And best of all the author is a well loved professor at Mississippi State University whose classes are so popular, it’s difficult to enroll in one.
The co-director of MSU’s creative writing program, Michael Kardos has three books to his credit, but my book club is certain the latest – “Before He Finds Her” – will be the novel that propels him into the realm of a John Grisham or Jeffrey Deaver.
Michael grew up on the Jersey Shore and received a degree in music from Princeton University, and played the drums professionally
I’ve been reading a lot of existential mumbo jumbo while trying to make sense of the ups and downs of this thing called life.
I have a quote hanging over my computer which reads “The two most important days of our lives are the day we were born and the day we figured out why.” I’m still waiting in anticipation for that second day but it just hasn’t happened. But then, there’s always today…
Yeah, right. Like sour milk. Not that I’m in a funk – not at all. In fact, I’m in a good space and have been for days since the weatherman promised cooler fallish temperatures this week.
They arrived this morning and I pulled on my walking shoes for the first time since 2013 and set out for a walk. I even took my walking pole (to look like a purposeful walker). It was still dark so I didn’t bother to primp-up which also insured no bad guys would try to attack – they would likely run the opposite direction..
I’ve decided that since I’m retired, Labor Day will be the one day I work. I can relax 364 days during the remainder of the year. Therefore, I hit the ground running at 6 a.m. and didn’t stop until a few moments ago
I gave out of gas about the time I received a text from my son, William, (formerly Justin) who had just cleaned out his spice cabinet. His pictures motivated me. Since he is the food and beverage manager at Tennessee”s oldest and grandest hotel in Nashville (The Hermitage) I decided I needed to do the same.
Pumpkins showed up in my Kroger this week, but summer’s hanging around like a lazy tiger breathing down our collective necks. The calendar may say September but make no mistake – fall hasn’t arrived yet
My friends, Caroline and Norma, are part of an enormous family — totaling almost 50 in the immediate crew at last count. So when the family gathers to celebrate the birthday of its matriarch, Caroline Harrell, it is a daunting task to feed everyone.
Norma and her daughter-in-law “little Caroline” Harrell, carried it off with pizzazz and not a lot