Rich: Happy birthday to this great land

Across the rippling creek and over a bridge with rusty rails, I followed Mama, who was carrying a warm chocolate cake.Like any four-year-old, I stopped at the center of the bridge, watching the lazy water bubble toward the Chattahoochee.“Little ‘un, c’mon,” Mama called over her shoulder.

Rich: Gavin

From the oven, I pulled a peach cobbler that bubbled and popped beautifully. Outside, spring had come calling to resurrect what winter had lulled to sleep. The trees and shrubs were a lovely green and nearly in full bloom.

Rich: Aunt Fairy

Every time we sing “Precious Memories” at church or at a funeral, I think of my daddy’s Aunt Fairy, who raised him.His daddy beat him. His mama left him. So without hesitation, Aunt Fairy and Uncle Oscar took him in and raised him on their farm in the shadows of the Appalachian Trail.

Rich: What a treat

The early evening was perfect, without a hint of the humidity that haunts the South during the summer months.The three of us met in the hotel lobby, then drove to the restaurant. After parking a couple of blocks away, we meandered along the sidewalk, telling stories as we walked.“Look!

Rich: World War II heroes

Tink and I were at lunch recently with a friend who began talking about his grandfather’s bravery and the medals he earned during World War II.When the war began, his grandfather was initially deferred because he was in college. A few months later, he was drafted.

Rich: The thief

The email from my literary agent popped up. He is the wonderful man who first believed in me without having read a single line I had written.

Rich: Southern rules of dinner

It is a line that Tink and I quote often, always with a shake of the head. We will carry it to our graves.A dear friend of ours — a successful entertainer from a storied family — had a cruel mother who left her children to figure out food, school, and life for themselves.

Rich: A mother’s story

It is a line that Tink and I quote often, always with a shake of the head. We will carry it to our graves.A dear friend of ours — a successful entertainer from a storied family — had a cruel mother who left her children to figure out food, school, and life for themselves.

Rich: It isn’t funny

It weighs on my heart, and it can be sobering.Are we losing our sense of humor? Over the past few years, something has shifted.Many of our comedian friends have stopped touring. One has even become a preacher.

Rich: Spring cometh forth

Spring has arrived, and it is a beautiful sight indeed.It has been several years since we’ve truly had a spring.Too often, cold winters have given way abruptly to hot, humid days. But this year feels different.