Clayton News Daily | News for Tuesday, May 4, 2004

Remembering mothers of all kinds - Kathy Jefcoats

Mother's Day is Sunday, May 9, in case you've forgotten, missed the Hallmark cards commercials or the big reminder you've no doubt gotten from your mom or mother of your children, who may or may not be your wife. In this time of "my baby's momma," the grammatically incorrect way of referring to the woman who has borne your child out of wedlock – and sometimes out of a one-night stand – Mother's Day takes on a whole new meaning for a lot of folks.

Questions remain in child's death - April Avison

The story of 8-year-old Amy Yates' recent death is one that doesn't have a happy ending or a good explanation. I don't know her or her family, but I spent a lot of time thinking about her last week and even more time thinking about the 12-year-old Carroll County boy charged with her murder.

A few notes from LA-LA land - Clay Wilson

From the window of the jetliner, the land looked like an electric garden.

The world through a pair of glasses - Bob Paslay

I have now worn glasses about 40 years of my life and I must say I hate them as much today as I did the first time I put them on in high school.

Here comes the groom (cake) - Rob Felt

It's her special day." I know, I know. I've heard it before. This past weekend I attended a wedding in Texas and was reacquainted with the brute fact that the entire process revolves around the whims of the bride. The groom is just supposed to stand around smiling and nodding – setting the tone for the marriage (insert rim shot here).

You don't have the right - Greg Gelpi

If all else fails, invoke a higher authority.

Patriot makes ultimate sacrifice - Billy Corriher

Pat Tillman.

Everything I need is always somewhere else - Zach Porter

Lately it seems that the things I need, my essential personal belongings, are always somewhere I'm not. There is a song by Tom Waits called Big in Japan which helps to explain my current situation. In his gravely, croaking-like-a-toad voice, Waits sings, "I've got the sheets, not the bed, got the jam not the bread."