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RICK WATSON

My wife Jilda and I have pictures on our fridge. The photos are of three friends we’ve lost in the past year. They each held a special place in our hearts. more

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Looking through Facebook posts of my friends this week, I felt a little envious and sad. It seems every other post is someone’s smiling mother. more

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I’m “procaffeinating” this morning. That’s the tendency to put off doing anything until I’ve had coffee. It’s an affliction that began early, and I’ve struggled with it all my life. more

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A few weeks ago, I stopped by the forks of the river in Sipsey on the way home. Normally, there are several people there sitting in folding chairs, shooting the bull and watching time pass at the speed of a slow-moving river. more

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I’ve been at a creative low tide since November. Usually, when I get in a slump I simply wait it out. But that tactic wasn’t working this time. So many times in the past when I found myself flailing, I did a mental reset and got back to the basics. more

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What’s pink with jingle bells around its neck and goes hippity-hop through the mud and snow? more

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When talking with a friend recently, I mentioned that coming up with fresh ideas for this column was sometimes a struggle. When the muse is on vacay, I use a wacky toolkit to help me get through it. more

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Back in July, Father’s Day got me to thinking about the mentors in my life. My father taught me things that have been vital throughout my life. more

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The other day when we walked, the air felt as thick as grits. Halfway up the hill on our return lap, both Jilda and I were huffing. It should have come as no surprise because thunderstorms were moving in. more

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By Rick Watson — Fishing more

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My wife Jilda and I have pictures on our fridge. The photos are of three friends we’ve lost in the past year. They each held a special place in our hearts. more

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Looking through Facebook posts of my friends this week, I felt a little envious and sad. It seems every other post is someone’s smiling mother. more

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I’m “procaffeinating” this morning. That’s the tendency to put off doing anything until I’ve had coffee. It’s an affliction that began early, and I’ve struggled with it all my life. more

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A few weeks ago, I stopped by the forks of the river in Sipsey on the way home. Normally, there are several people there sitting in folding chairs, shooting the bull and watching time pass at the speed of a slow-moving river. more

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I’ve been at a creative low tide since November. Usually, when I get in a slump I simply wait it out. But that tactic wasn’t working this time. So many times in the past when I found myself flailing, I did a mental reset and got back to the basics. more

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What’s pink with jingle bells around its neck and goes hippity-hop through the mud and snow? more

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When talking with a friend recently, I mentioned that coming up with fresh ideas for this column was sometimes a struggle. When the muse is on vacay, I use a wacky toolkit to help me get through it. more

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Back in July, Father’s Day got me to thinking about the mentors in my life. My father taught me things that have been vital throughout my life. more

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My South By Rick Watson more

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A word of warning: This is a bittersweet story about a tiny critter that lived next door in the home of Jilda’s brother, Ricky, and his family. more

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The other day when we walked, the air felt as thick as grits. Halfway up the hill on our return lap, both Jilda and I were huffing. It should have come as no surprise because thunderstorms were moving in. more

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By Rick Watson — Fishing more

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"My birthday is later this week, and I decided to buy myself an early present, but I didn’t realize it would require a walk back in time to find it." more

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Now the countdown can begin for Christmas at the Watson household. more

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November is Adopt-a-Senior-Dog Month, which is an idea I can embrace. more

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The month of October is not for pluviophiles (people who love rainy days), because it’s one of the driest months in the South. But it’s probably the favorite month of the “philes” that love sunsets. more

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