Hitting Reset
My man and I have this running joke. Whenever my laptop or desktop aren’t working, and I’ve tried everything I know of to fix ‘em, I threaten to take ‘em down to the lake bank and toss ‘em in—lock, stock, and modem. I’m never really tempted do make good on it, I just like hearing Phil say, “Now Shellie
Robin Roberts
This native Mississippian was born in 1960. Her father was a retired Air Force Colonel; a dignified African American who flew for the legendary Tuskegee Airmen during WWII despite being often told that his race would deny him such an opportunity. Her mother was a schoolteacher who held her children to impeccable standards of grammar and speech. Little wonder that Robin Roberts would one day
One Belle’s Response to the NYT’s — Frankly, We Do Give a Rip
Yes, yes, and yes. I saw the piece in the New York Times, the one that suggested southern chivalry is dead, or at least wounded, and manners are on the decline. It did ruffle my southern feathers and I have decided to opine. I took a few days to consider whether or not anything good could be gained by my wading into the conversation, but when you're known as The Belle of All Things Southern,
Author Friends, WannaBe Writers– You’ll Want to See This! #MYwana
Hey y'all, this is a quick post to my published author buddies and wannabe/gonnabe writer friends. Early Warning: I may not be very articulate seeing as how my mind is consumed with the BIG GAME that is mere hours away and it's hard not to say GEAUX TIGERS every other breath, but I'm going to try for the greater good and all. Last night I started
Friday Foolishness Anyone?
Wow. I don't know about y'all but it has been one hard work week on this side of the screen! It surprised me, too, because there wasn't any traveling in it, meaning I thought I was going to be able to kick back a little. HA! That said, I've wrapped all the pressing deadlines and I'm feeling a little giddy, so how about a round of the Caption Game? I'll
Stirred by Glory
The other morning, while simultaneously blow-drying my hair and doing lunges on my total gym, (What? Is that unusual?) I caught a televised segment of one of my favorite ministries during which one of my favorite Christian recording artists sang one of my favorite worship songs. Perhaps you’ve picked up on a theme already, but I’ll spell it out for anyone who may have been
Liars, Politicians, and Cheats, Oh, My!
One of my readers sent in a story from their small town newspaper that makes the partisan fighting in Washington, D.C. look like child’s play. Trisha said her town has an election coming up this fall that is threatening to split their small Midwestern community right down the middle. All of the various little power groups in town have been using the city’s small town
Bubba Spills the Beans
Hello folks, I'm so happy to be off the road that I can't stand myself, but true to form, I've got stories stacked up sky high from my recent travels. Have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ I met some mighty fine people in Bainbridge, Georgia, not to mention the neighboring community of Climax. After speaking at a ladies retreat for Calvary Baptist Church, it was my
Mickey Mantle
Five days a week, eight hours a day, the father worked underground in the Oklahoma lead mines, inhaling the bluish white dust of the zinc and dreaming of a better future for the child his wife carried. When their firstborn son was born on October 20th, 1931, Mutt named the baby Mickey after the legendary catcher “Mickey” Cochrane. Once the boy could hold a bat,
Can I Say Here What I Was Too Chicken to Say There?
Dear friend, My heart broke this afternoon as I listened to your story and tried to understand even a fraction of the horror you've lived through. I knew bits and pieces from the brief notes you've sent me before, but those messages came across many miles and through a computer screen. I couldn't see your eyes or hear your voice like I did today across the small round table that separated us.