By Wyatt Emmerich
It is truly mind-boggling what fools the Atlanta Southern Company execs think we are. As their ill-conceived Kemper science project goes down the tube, they are resorting to the grossest of scare tactics, claiming Mississippi Power will … Read more
By Bro. J.B. Rowe
I was impressed recently by the Spirit to look at the first Passover. God gave guidelines and restrictions that were to be followed. If these guidelines and orders were not obeyed, some form of judgment would … Read more
Our democracy was bought away from us
There seems to be an almost-complete blackout by the state’s media concerning the actions of our congressional delegation up in the Bunny Ranch [aka Congress], with which our GOP politicians are quite happy.… Read more
Editorial by Jack Ryan
Enterprise McComb Journal
There is already plenty of criticism of the U.S. Supreme Court’s decision that legalized gay marriage across the country. By a 5-4 vote, the justices said the definition of liberty includes marrying any … Read more
A wise, old black man walked into the Journal office a couple years back. He didn’t stay long, but what he had to say really stuck with me. I didn’t recognize him at first with his long beard and he … Read more
By Michael Brannon
HERNANDO — I knew when I decided to write this story, some would create a picture of one of God’s less-beautiful creatures immediately and think, “not me.” But, Gretchen, to me, is an inspiration, and I see … Read more
I thought it was a catchy title! Yes, this has to do with carp.
Years ago, the city of Eupora, actually through private donations, stocked Whites Creek Lake with irradiated grass carp to control the growth of bottom … Read more
Submitted by Michael Brannon
My late mother, as many of you know, loved to write. She wrote letters, poems, stories and memories.
This is the final installment of her childhood memories. Mother faced many challenges in her lifetime, but she … Read more
By Viola Dew Brannon
We moved into a small town when I was 9 so I could attend school. My parents would not let me walk the seven miles from our farm to the nearest school.
It took me three … Read more
By Viola Dew Brannon
Down below our farm home was a brook, with deep and clear water. Mama would get a bucket and two poles, some worms, and we would go fishing.
We could sit on the bank and watch … Read more