Rich: A Yankee saves a bit of The South

There are many compliments that I can give to my husband, Tink. Firstly, he is a devoted man of God. He rises early each morning to spend two hours in Bible study. Daddy would be proud of that. And that he reads the King James Bible, albeit the New King James.

Rich: Turning holy into profit

Easter and Christmas have always been yearly highlights to our family though never because of gifts – in a time when children received presents only for birthdays and Christmas – or egg hunts and new dresses.

Rich: A longing for Julia Reed

It is no longer clear to me when I read first the words of Julia Reed. But it is quite vivid as to when I moved from being a reader of hers to being a fan. For years, I had devoured her articles in New York fashion and Washington news magazines.

Rich: Kindnesses both remembered and forgotten

It happens to all of us. We do kindness for someone and then never think of it again. But it isn’t forgotten by the person who received the kindness.

Rich: Maybe it’s just me

Most readers of my wife’s column know that I am a transplant. Some might say that I’m an interloper or intruder. Since moving to the South, I’ve encountered only extreme warmth and hospitality. Yet, I still regard myself as the “odd man out” if only in my own home. Or is it just me?

Rich: Mama learns a few things

In the Appalachian years of Mama’s childhood, there wasn’t a lot of learning to be done other than that which comes from hard times and harder work. Scattered throughout the widespread communities were one-room schoolhouses.

Rich: When y’all come home

To most Southerners, without question, they are the two sweetest, albeit four-letter words, in our language. The mere mention of “Mama” or “home” will bring a smile to our lips and a warm tingle to our hearts.

Rich: A little girl’s smile

It had not been a good day. Nor a good week. Nor a good month. Or two. Here’s the thing about the television business: It looks easy but few jobs are harder. Working in television can be rougher than the hottest day in a hay field. And much less rewarding.

RICH: The suffering it takes

The craft of writing is complex. It does not come easy, not even to the most talented of scribes. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s editor, Max Perkins, wrote that Fitzgerald sometimes spent long days, rewriting one paragraph. He agonized over choosing precisely right adjectives and verbs.

RICH: Being smart enough to hang on to the good memories

This past year, it seems that I spent most of the time taking big steps over jutted holes where my foot stopped just short of another rut. I’d balance for a moment, thinking about how to clear the next hole. Though it’s metaphorical, it’s a pretty good description.