One of My Many Humiliating Moments or Is Honesty the Best Policy?
Decades ago, when I was in college, campus organizations from clubs to residence halls to Greek houses selected a young woman for the honor of representing them as a football homecoming queen candidate.
I had no business being one of the five coeds interviewed by a men’s residence hall to be their candidate. On the night my presence was requested at their dorm, the guys assembled in the lobby. They sat on couches and chairs, leaned against the walls, and sprawled on the floor. We five gals, probably all except me nominated by boyfriends, gave short bios. The guys voted, and I was so thrilled they elected me as their candidate. It was a fun evening and pretty stress free.
But a week later when all the candidates representing the living groups and clubs, probably 25 of us, were sequestered in one room, I was sweating bullets. We awaited our time to be called for an interview in front of a panel of students and faculty who would choose the queen and her three attendants.
We would all be asked two questions. One would be specifically tailored for the candidate, and the second one would be the same question for everyone.
I was third to be called into the giant interview room, a.k.a. the Student Union ballroom. Seven judges sat at long white tables. Seated behind them was a large audience of interested students, mostly members of sororities and fraternities ready to whoop it up for their candidate.
I stepped to the microphone. A student senator read from a 3×5 card, “Do you consider your height a detriment or an asset?” I’m four-foot-eight, so you can see why that was my personal question. I said something about not having to worry about dates being shorter than me, and that got a chuckle.
But the second question! “What was your reaction last week upon hearing about the theft of the statue of our college mascot?”
The statue was on The Oval, where wide sidewalks connected main campus buildings in an oval shape. The four-by-five-foot statue, a modern art impression of a sitting gorilla, was affixed on a four-foot-high concrete platform. I didn’t know how it was attached or what the statue was made of, but it had to be heavy.
Obviously, my reaction was curiosity, and I voiced my questions. How did they do it? It had to take several people, and I assumed they were males. I figured they needed a pickup to haul it. What was their motive? Where was campus security? Didn’t they hear a vehicle on The Oval?
I must have read too many Sherlock Holmes stories for that to be the first notion that popped into my mind. When I finished giving my totally honest reaction to the theft, there was a spattering of applause. Then I took my seat with the two candidates who had already been interviewed. We now could witness how the others were received.
The next coed gave an answer 180 degrees from mine.
“I was heartbroken to learn that our beloved mascot had been taken,” she said in a breathy voice. She held her hand over her heart for emphasis. “It’s just terrible. I’m devastated.” Her voice caught as if she was on the verge of tears. “The gorilla represents our pride in our school. We’re so fortunate to attend this fine college to further our educations.” Yada, yada, yada.
I felt my face flush. My humiliation grew as each candidate answered in a comparable vein to thunderous applause.
Every one of the other candidates gave a similar response.
I was not chosen queen nor selected for her court.
The statue was later found in the college lake.
No one was charged with the theft.
And I still have unanswered questions about the crime.
Before the big game, all the candidates, even the one with the worst of all answers, paraded around the field in decorated cars. Only this picture reminds me of riding in the convertible decked out by the men of Shirk Hall, but I know exactly where I was sitting in that ballroom while I listened to those other interviews. That humiliating memory is stronger. One thing I believe: every moment, every memory, good or bad, make us who we are today.
Fourteen years have passed, but we will always remember That Sunday Afternoon.
Mike is playing ball at Ryan’s house when he gets a phone call from his mom, who’s at friends’ house, telling him to head home because of an impending thunderstorm. Normally he would have asked to wait the storm out at Ryan’s, but he still has homework and it’s already after five on Sunday afternoon. He rides his bike to his house and goes inside when the tornado sirens start screaming. He checks the local weather on TV and sees a giant funnel cloud on the TV tower cam before the electricity goes off. He and his sister run for the basement. Then everything changes. Although this novel is by definition fiction, the events of the F-5 tornado that devastated Joplin, Missouri, are very real. Get your copy today!
Travel back to small town life in 1954 to meet the people who live on the Corner of Pearl & Moffet.
Before 33-year-old Josie Jameson takes the seat reserved for the widow, she glances around the old graveyard. Over three hundred people have gathered to pay their respects to her late husband. That is nearly the population of Ducane, Arkansas.
She had married Orville nine years earlier. That he was 43 years her senior hadn’t really troubled her, but there had been plenty of talk. She was a farm girl when she married and moved to the big white house on the corner of Pearl and Moffet. She didn’t fit the mold of housewife to the richest man in town. Now that he’s dead, she owns the Ducane Savings and Loan, The Station that makes more money from liquor sales than gasoline, his private ledger books with unofficial loans and repayment schedules, and the little brown books written in his tight scrawl that hold the town’s secrets.
When tragedy strikes, the good people of Ducane, who share each other’s joys and sorrows, who celebrate others’ accomplishments with pride, who take food to the bereaved and do chores for those who are sick, these same good people whisper, “This is Josie’s fault!”
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2025 essays
- May: One of My Many Humiliating Moments or Is Honesty the Best Policy?
- April: Unfashionable
- March: Relying on Kindness
- February: I Procrastinated
- January: The Culprit
2024 essays
- December: A Christmas Gift for You
- November: Handbags and Crystals
- October: Kristofferson, The Poet
- September: The Hamburger Stand on Main Street
- August: Aunt Punch
- July: My Unpublished Letter
- June: The Last One
- May: Me? A Swiftie?
- April: My Old Job
- March: Her Silver Service
- February: From Start to Not Yet Finished
- January: Tossing Old Spices
2023 essays:
- December: What I’ve Learned So Far
- November: Indecision
- October: Esprit D’escalier
- September: Hearing the Birds
- August: Happiness is a Perfume
- July: Keep Smiling
- June: Spring Rituals
- May: I’ll Hitch a Ride
- April: The Jonquils
- March: Live in the Moment?
- February: Signs
- January: Resolution: Less Whining
2022 essays:
- December: Dorian Gray
- November: Ozark Seasons
- October: The So-Called Never-Fail No-Risk Plan
- September: An Unwelcome Souvenir
- August: The Gate to Nowhere
- July: The Land Line
- June: Don’t Call Me
- May: Who’s To Judge?
- April: Time Changes
- March: The Queen of England
- February: A Bit of Chaos
- January: Headlines!
2021 essays:
- December: The Junk Drawer
- November: Keep Your Fork
- October: Write Your Life
- September: Sleeping on the Floor
- August: Life on the Mississippi or What I Learned on My Summer Vacation
- July: Jerry Stamm
- June: A Trying Time or Replacing the Mattress
- May: The Pace
- April: Learning From a Past Mistake
- March: Attitude Change Needed
- February: I Am an Eagle
- January: What Next?
2020 essays:
- December: Old Ornaments
- November: Period.
- October: On One Condition
- September: Capturing Sunshine
- August: Baseball’s Return
- July: They Bug Me
- June: Coincidence or Mysterious Connection?
- May: Spontaneity
- April: The Paints on the Wall
- March: The Signature Sandwich
- February: The Dream Catcher
- January: A Random Act of Kindness
2019 essays:
- December: Raking the Leaves
- November: Reflections in the Mirror
- October: Pioneer Woman
- September: Rewinding
- August: The Last One
- July: Nice People
- June: Jeopardy
- May: Playing
- April: Seeing the World
- March: The Signature
- February: So I Went
- January: NOW do it
2018 essays:
- December: Eureka!
- November: Morning Ritual
- October: The Hard Part
- September: Walking in the Dark
- August: Old is New Again
- July: Change Orders
- June: Country Songs
- May: Scars
- April: This Old Place
- March: Wearing a Robe
- February: A New Adventure
- January: Another Year
2017 essays:
- December: Beginning a Hiatus
- November: A Name
- October: Of Course, I’ll Use the Grand Canyon or How I Spent My Summer Vacation
- September: I Packed Courage, Too
- August: Nothing Dangles From My Rearview Mirror
- July: Grandma Brown’s Desk
- June: Old Paint
- May: Dandelion Yellow
- April: Cleaning Out Our Past
- March: The Flames of Cheer
- February: The Color of Oklahoma
- January: Former Cars
2016 essays:
- December: The Stocking Conundrum
- November: Comfort from a Cup of Tea
- October: A Friendly Wave
- September: Why Are First Memories Bad Ones?
- August: How to Treat a New Widow
- July: My Outrage or A Warning to Women
- June: Rock Collections
- May: May Baskets
- April: Screen Doors
- March: Hiraeth
- February: My New Key
- January: My Book Clubs
2015 essays:
- December: The Real Santa
- November: Mrs. Coker’s Lamp
- October: Life’s A Holiday
- September: School Reunions, a.k.a. Looking Forward to the Past
- August: Risk
- July: Old Shoes
- June: The Ant Invasion
- May: Goodbye to the Sailboat
- April: A Rant
- March: Sharing Joy
- February: On Reading Aloud
- January: The Lesson of Chicken Pot Pie
2014 essays:
- December: The Scent of Christmas
- November: Life Markers
- October: Forgiving Myself
- September: I Won’t Change It
- August: Back in Time and Looking Forward
- July: Changes
- June: The Napkin Controversy
- May: On Being Overwhelmed
- April: A Time for Everything
- March: Washing the Car
- February: Drowning
- January: Who Will Live in My House?
2013 essays:
- December: The Recipe on the Refrigerator
- November: The Lean
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October: Washing Windows
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September: Memories of Music
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August: Leap Before You Look
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May: The Hidden Garden
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April: The Day Before April
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March: My Favorite
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February: The Safety Net
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January: The Friendship House
2012 essays:
- December: Do I Have a Small Mind?
- November: The Wonders Around Us
- October: Gaining Knowledge
- September: Respecting Others’ Beliefs