On the walks my husband and I take through Cook Park on the outskirts of Ruston, a diverging path often comes into view, and my mind wanders to Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken.” This poem has been a favorite of mine for decades, and I find myself pondering its meaning time and time again. In “The Road Not …

Sallie Hollis Often, as I’m walking around the house, I see something that must be taken care of, must be fixed, must be straightened immediately.  By that, I mean the placement of the salt and pepper shakers that are always present beside our cooktop. If they’re askew, then they must be put back into their proper spot forthwith. There can …

Often, as I’m walking around the house, I see something that must be taken care of, must be fixed, must be straightened immediately. By that, I mean the placement of the salt and pepper shakers that are always present beside our cooktop. If they’re askew, then they must be put back into their proper spot forthwith. There can be dishes …

Folks who grew up in the country like to tell tall tales. My church’s Sunday luncheon group proved that recently. The East Texans tried to outdo the North Louisianans – not to mention the Arkansans – regarding mud pies and hay lofts and torn britches and bare feet walking through fields of stickers and even chickens with their heads cut …