And now for The Walking Dead, and the lessons they’ve taught me.
You were bound to find out. I’m a liar. I mean, I do sleep a lot because I love sleeping so that part from my blog the other day is not a lie. But, the part where I said I don’t watch a lot of TV? That...
View ArticleMistake #12: Riding the bus to Atlanta
I don’t typically make mistakes. But, boy, when I do. I make them count. You’ll recall my Zumba accident, perhaps. And if you need a new reference, well, then, here you go: I took a trip on a bus this...
View ArticleTo say nothing about hurricanes. Literally.
Ah, hurricanes. You live in Mississippi, you get used to it. And tornadoes. And heat. And humidity. And football. All of which cause problems. The only hurricane I have any serious...
View ArticleChildren of the Corn-y, or Why I Loved the 80s
I don’t like getting older, necessarily, but the beauty of it is that it’s happening, whether I like it or not. Might as well relax into it. So, what does one do as one’s “twilight” approaches? One...
View ArticleI need to find a banana.
This is what happens when I don’t eat breakfast. Which actually happens a lot – I write about food. Now, I’m no food critic. I just eat it. That about sums up my relationship with food. If I like it, I...
View Article11 Mississippi Towns Spelled Out Phonetically in their Correct Pronunciations...
I grew up in #5. And one year, while I was still living in #5, we took a family trip to Branson because a) We had old people in our family, and old people like Branson, and b) at some point, everyone...
View ArticleThe Book That Mattered
The other day my Facebook status read: “As a nephew raised by an uncle, I’m always moved when I remember how many heroes in literature, commercial or otherwise, were also brought up by uncles: Harry...
View ArticleWhat I Believe in Under 600 Words
“The old people where I come from are made of magic. They are. But then, I believe all old people are made of magic, a deep magic that reveals itself slowly. A quiet kind of magic that cannot be seen...
View ArticleAnd then the tornado came…
There is a road in south Mississippi that goes by the curious name of SoSo. The SoSo Road. I used to know it well. In my caterpillar days of driving, I would often (and under the heavy cloak of prayer...
View ArticleHow Not to Make Biscuits
In my break from writing, I often turn to the kitchen. Today, I wanted UL’s famous spoon biscuits. I called him to find out exactly how he makes them and discovered why southern cooks are so good at...
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