Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Choices

Choices. It’s all about choices. Not just the big, life-changing choices. No, it’s about the little, dull, boring, every-moment kind of choices, too.  Do I choose to eat the candy bar? Or do I eat an apple? You get it. … Continue reading

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Thursday Free-For-All

Good morning! On the road again today. How are you?

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Are you better off?

You know it’s election season when you hear the tried and true saying, “Are you better off than you were four years ago?” It’s back and when I heard it yesterday, I paused for a moment and reflected. It has … Continue reading

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All dogs come home

Prologue: A blonde, toothy television reporter stood in front of middle-class two-story home.  Next to him was a four-year-old golden retriever named Mike.  Behind them was a family with two parents, a boy in braces and a girl with glasses … Continue reading

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Wednesday Free-For-All

Good morning! What’s up? Besides the humidity — ugh.

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CARTOON: Nutria

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: The sauna

Goal weight: 185 lbs. Today’s weight: 195.6 lbs. Today is sponsored by the number six: I ran six miles and sweated off six pounds. Good Lord it was muggy this morning — I say muggy, not humid, because I feel … Continue reading

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Tuesday Free-For-All

When does a Tuesday feel like a Monday? Have a great day!

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The truth in Cotton Gin

It was the biggest scandal to hit the town of Cotton Gin, Mississippi since Edna Mae Smith started taking her clothes off in the middle of First Nazareth Baptist Church. Jennifer Rollins suddenly started speaking her mind. While Edna Mae … Continue reading

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Mr. Cooper’s Blank Canvas

“Mornin’ Mr. Cooper!” The little boy rode his bike by the older man.  Mr. Cooper, walking toward the beach, was a fixture in this small, seaside neighborhood.  Slightly slumped and balding, he wore thick glasses and a slight smile.  “Morning, … Continue reading

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