One thing happened on stage at this week’s Republican National Convention that I think we can all agree on: The bulldog was mighty cute. Humor columnist Lisa Davis reveals how bulldogs were bred so that we have the sweet dogs we have now. Read the full storyLisa Davis: A bully pulpit
Rather than being born the son of a preacher man, I was born the son of a librarian.
I’m no chef. Not because I don't like to eat — which I do, you can look at my waist and tell that — but because I don’t enjoy it. Since I don’t enjoy cooking, I rarely practice, so I’m not good at it. I can throw something together in a pinch, but it’s going to be far from a culinary masterp…
Thirty years ago, before we were married, my husband and I took a trip to the desert, and I made us detour to a little oasis near a river because it was a prime spot for birding. He later admitted that he would rather have jumped off a cliff.
Jellybean is going on the trip of a lifetime, but that doesn't make the 'goodbye' any easier.
Humor columnist Lisa Davis recalls when she learned about the Scandinavian sleep method. She adds that this does not involve moose, or Ikea furniture.
Humor columnist Lisa Davis discusses how the American athletes will be wearing blue jeans at the Olympic opening ceremonies. She also reveals the history of the wildly popular casual pants.
Humor columnist can't remember her children's phone numbers, but she can remember not wanting to eat a bowl of lumpy oatmeal when she was 4. Davis writes about what we remember and why it matters.
Tim and I recently had a meeting with Don Ledford. Don is an investment counselor who advises us on when to buy and when to sell. The first important question he put to us was — “do you have a granddaughter named Amelia?”
It helps to have someone to blame for bad ideas.
Like the next movie in the Fast & Furious franchise, death is coming whether we like it or not.
Sleep and I have a combative relationship.
I got a surprise package in the mail last month — and for once it wasn’t something I’d ordered online and forgotten about. This package was from a cousin back in Texas, and it contained a hat that used to belong to my daddy.
Another in humor columnist Lisa Davis' continuing saga of conversations with old age.
“Listening to Phantom of the Opera on Oxy is wild.”
Anniston Star humor columnist Lisa Davis got to do what she always thought would be her dream job at Vacation Bible School — crafts. It didn't turn out like she thought it would.
As I sit and stare out the window, my mind races with all the things I won’t be doing today.
I’m pleased to welcome Lisa Berryhill Davis to the Anniston Star family as a freelance writer.
Humor columnist Lisa Davis never knew she liked kids until I had two of my own. Even though the kids are grown, she still gets her fill of small humans as she volunteers to teach music at PreSchool Friends at Grace Episcopal Church in Anniston.
Parents are impossible to please.
I got home after a late meeting, opened my laptop to check email one last time before bed, and discovered an alert that “Your Social Security Number was found on the Dark Web!”
“Daddy! Come and smell,” is a sentence a parent never wants to hear. This is especially true when whispered by a teenager in a store surrounded by mothers with cell phones.
After spending years underground, millions of cicadas had emerged and were hanging out in the trees, buzzing with all their might in hopes of attracting mates. Humor columnist Lisa Davis says it's amazing.
My love of reading was born from a puddle of tears pooling on my Hulk Hogan sheets.
Humor columnist Lisa Davis' favorite dishwasher detergent is the one with the name that sounds like a lottery. I had been using the “CLASSIC” version — until a week ago when it disappeared from the shelves.
Humor columnist Lisa Davis laments how it should've been enough that we painted all our walls gray, and put in gray flooring. Now, Lisa says, all the cars are gray, too.
