What do you want out of 2012?
I've been writing this post in my head for some time. For the record, it was much easier up there. Now that I have keys under my fingers, I'm discovering that I can't stop hitting the delete button. I keep erasing everything and starting over. Not completely sure what that's all about, but here's what I suspect. I'm intimidated. I don't have time to write a long, beautifully
Inspirational Thoughts from the Slap Happy Cook
If I were to ever have my own cooking show, (and other than the occasional spots I do on morning TV, I don’t foresee that happening) I know just what I’d call it, “The Slap Happy Cook.” That epiphany came to me even before I looked the term up in my handy online dictionary. Check this out: Slap Happy is defined as odd random behavior
They Tend to Walk Before They Run
When my kids were small bedtime was often the most trying time of the day, due in part to the fact that they were less than two years apart. I’d start early getting them bathed and fed and then Phil would rock one while I tried to put the other one down. If it took longer than say, ten minutes, I’d come back to find
Sometimes You Don’t Know Until You Do
Hello folks, I hope each of you had a very Merry Christmas. We did! I'm so glad to see y'all by the porch today. I love this in between week, nestled after the big to-do and before the new year dawns. It's a great time for quiet and reflection. Of course, it's worth reminding ourselves that we have to make time for that. It won't
Vance H. Havner
He was born in western North Carolina in a place called Jugtown on October 18th, 1901. He grew up with a wide variety of educational opportunities from his early days at the Hog Hill schoolhouse to his college years at Catawba College, Wake Forest University, and the Moody Bible Institute. He also benefited from the overnight visits of circuit riding preachers who stayed at his
Grace Came to Stay
Dear Readers, this Christmas Eve, with a grateful heart overflowing with the recognition of all of our family's blessings, I’d like to offer you a few words from my heart. My family wishes for you peace, joy, and love. Please accept this verse as our Christmas gift to you and yours.Grace Came to StaySweet baby Jesus, Mary held you tight your tiny hands clutching her
The Wonder of It All
About two and one half years ago our daughter went into labor, seven hours away. Her dad and I hit the road quickly when the much anticipated phone call came announcing the barest hint of the big event. Jessica Ann has never been one to fiddle-faddle around and she was true to form that night. We were less than an hour away when our son-in-law
Savannah Wants the Short Version
I continue to get notes from porchers interested in the latest on Savannah Grace, that precocious child we’ve watched grow up on the All Things Southern porch. Well, the truth is that Savannah is now in high school and she isn’t “in” to me talking about her current affairs on the radio. Sadly, we must content ourselves with stories from the past where Miss Savannah
Merry Christmas from All Things Southern
Merry Christmas new friends, passing strangers, and die-hard, loyal to the bone friends of the All Things Southern porch! How blessed I am to have you take time for our weekly visit in the midst of all your festivities! Put your feet up, grab a Christmas cookie, and let's chat
David Brinkley
He was born July 10, 1920 in Wilmington, North Carolina, the son of a railroad employee. His father was a loving family man who died when he was only eight years old, scarring him emotionally and leaving him in the care of a hostile, troubled mother who met his physical needs but was incapable of giving him the emotional support he needed. She often spurned