Finding Direction: The Wind Vane Chronicles

I just now arrived in Abilene and am on my mom’s terribly slow connection (via telephone) and in checking my latest post to you all (P. S. One More Thing), found the following 20 minute old comment from my precious son Mark and word of Tom, as follows: "Hey Mom, It is Mark. My family [...]

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Everyone in the devastated areas south of Jackson (where some power has been restored) is totally and completely isolated and none have any knowledge, whatsoever, about what all has occurred, the extent or magnitude of it or of how long it is going to take to begin to reach a level of liveability where they [...]

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I am in a state of utter shock and disbelief, but as far as I know, Tom & Mark and family are alive in Picayune, as we’ve had no reports of any deaths there. The last time I spoke with Tom was about 10 p.m. Sunday night and he had left the newspaper and had [...]

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Hello, all – I am now in Jackson (Brandon), Mississippi with our son-in-law, Sam, and granddaughter, Hayley, bracing for the catastrophe to come. Tom joined me at Mark’s house last night about midnight and we decided at first light this morning I should head on north because of the terribly worsening conditions and all of [...]

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It’s 9 p.m. Saturday night and Tom and I both drove up to Picayune about 8 p.m. He’s at the newspaper and I’m here with my son, Mark, and his family. Things are looking really horrible right now for not only New Orleans, but coming straight north at us in Slidell and then on north [...]

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Have you ever walked up to your car door and reached into your pocket only to discover that your car keys are not there? Do you get to the grocery store and find out you left your list of food items at home? Mnemonics could be the answer to your problems. More importantly, mnemonics could [...]

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I thought it was a brilliant idea, myself. You see, I went to college (as you know at the University of Southern Mississippi) in my 30s and was considered a “non-traditional” student. And I figured we “non-traditional” students needed our own mascot. After all, we were a minority group on campus, and we all know [...]

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