Larry, an aspiring writer, wrote me the other day and asked if I would read a synopsis of a book he is working to complete. Like me, he writes of Southern people, especially those who rise up from the crooks and hollows of the mountains.
One morning in Sunday School class, members were requesting prayer for those who were facing trials and tribulations. Solemnly, Billy, our teacher, nodded at each then asked if there were more. After a couple of minutes of silence, I raised my hand and smiled.
September 20, 2011|
|Ronda Rich's column
Not too long ago, a friend of mine discovered rather abruptly and rudely that he had dated a crazy woman. Now, in the South, we're used to such. It's actually a common practice. But west of the Mississippi, it's a bit different.
It wasn't long ago that a friend of mine - a West-coaster no less - got onto the subject of country music. Some he likes, some he doesn't, he said. Then, he laughed and recalled one that he had recently encountered.