On this date—1969

Fifty years ago today, Frank Sinatra stepped into Studio 1 at Western Recorders in Hollywood. The building isn’t called that anymore—it’s still a…

The dream about the apple pancake

I awoke this morning from a dream in which I was having a meal in the Walnut Room at Marshall Field’s State Street…

In recent years, friends have tagged me on Facebook asking for lists of favorite records and favorite books. I sighed a little when…

Already the snideness has begun. “We get it. You vacationed in Paris.” “Suddenly everybody is French.” Some among us have taken to social media…

Earlier today, I found myself prostrate with guilt when I realized that, as a child, I had chosen a favorite dinosaur not because…

I was born and spent my early years in Houston, and I lived there again in several stretches as an adult, so I…

Not long ago, a friend tagged me on Facebook to participate in a “10 records in 10 days” exercise in which you describe…

The dream began with me in the wings, waiting for my introduction. It wasn’t a large theater — a high school auditorium, maybe,…

The other day, a friend shared a Facebook post by her mother, who had asked to see more complimentary stories about Mississippi and…

Here in Mississippi, when the conversation turns to beverages, people will often refer to “sweet tea,” and it annoys the hell out of…