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What's My Name? What Muhammad Ali wanted to Know
Names, first names, are funny. They mean so much to us, they often establish our identiy and lineage. And it's very important we all...

Diana McDaniel Hampo
Mar 18, 20244 min read
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A Trashed Out Vision of Elegance and Hope
I love the people willing to invest in Hot Springs! They are brave and visionary. Recently, a local realtor, Chris Rix, bought an old...

Diana McDaniel Hampo
Oct 25, 20202 min read
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A West Mountain Love Story
Have you been up on West Mountain lately? It's still gorgeous. I think it's amazing that we have a beautiful camel-hump of a mountain...

Diana McDaniel Hampo
Sep 28, 20202 min read
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Hot Springs History and Puppy Love
On Park Avenue there's a handsome little building that's home to Tootsie's Pet Boutique. I love the history of the building, the...

Diana McDaniel Hampo
Aug 29, 20202 min read
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The "Incident" on Whittington
My dad, I Granger McDaniel, was a scrawny little boy during the Great Depression in Hot Springs, Arkansas. In the early thirties he was...

Diana McDaniel Hampo
Jul 16, 20202 min read
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A Blessing From Touchdown Jesus
Every time I drive down Central Avenue I feel a little bit better when I pass First United Methodist Church at Central and Grand. That's...

Diana McDaniel Hampo
Apr 20, 20202 min read
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Your Daughter has a Disgusting Boyfriend
One of the hardest things for parents is .watching their child fall in love (or at least they think they are in love) withan absolute jack wagon, with a mean, rude, disrespectful jerk. They "fall in love" with people who don't deserve them. They're literally not good enough. I've seen all my children fall in love with people so obviously wrong for them, stupid people, with no future, people who didn't respect them or the family, idiots who are obviously only interested i
Nov 243 min read


Dick Head Roosters
This is Frank, the beautiful jerk rooster When one of my new hens started crowing, really cock a doodle dooing, in the morning. I was upset. "You're supposed to be a girl, a hen, stop doing that," I yelled. My lectures didn't work. I knew Lovie the Hen had to go, Lovie was a boy and her new name was Frank. I only wanted hens because I wanted eggs. I didn't want a rooster and fertilized eggs. That would be disgusting. A friend,, with a farm, took Frank the rooster and I wa
Nov 213 min read


Bird Seed
Pushing a yellow shopping buggy through the Park Avenue Dollar Store, Helen smiled, greeting everyone she and her daughter passed. “Mom,...
Sep 12 min read
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