Hip Won’t Always be Hot
Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Belle of All Things Southern shares a story with a moral: What's hip now may not be hip later!
Sue Ellen’s Girl Ain’t Fat
Book trailers are all the rage. If you're a big time author, your publisher may shell out major bucks to have one professionally done to market your next best-seller. If you're not a big time author, you may have to produce your own. In that case, you'll get something like this
Faith and False Advertising
Many years ago, back when my sisters and I were backseat warriors in the family car, just hearing that we were approaching a highway rest stop was encouraging music to my young ears. It hinted of fresh entertainment and a possible reprieve from various levels of torture. For starters there was the constant harassment I suffered as the baby of the family. If I wasn’t
Trouble at the Movies
I was down at the coffee house earlier when I overheard Mrs. Myrtle, our town’s resident old-as-the-hills maid telling her friends about her recent experience at the movies. Mrs. Myrtle had gone to see Courageous but it was sold out and she had to go with her second choice, which ended up being some kind of science fiction something or other. Mrs. Myrtle isn’t into
Post Mortem Makeovers
Hello folks, thanks for dropping by the porch today. I'm gearing up for a big weekend in Tyler, TX where I'll be speaking at Cowgirl Get-Together 2012! (It was described to me as a redneck Women of Faith event. Boy, howdy! I'll be right at home!) But, the packing can wait. I'm looking forward to spending a few moments with y'all. Have a seat, and
James Garner
He was born April 7th, 1928 in Norman, Oklahoma and christened James Scott Baumgarner. He was four when his mother died. He and his two brothers were briefly sent to live with relatives. A couple years later, his father remarried and the kids were allowed to return home. It was far from an ideal reunion that deteriorated into domestic violence. James’ stepmother beat all the
The Best Laid Plans
The pretty young mother sitting across the table from me at a recent speaking event looked like she wasn’t much more than a child herself, so I was quite surprised to discover she had two kids of her own, one of them a teenager. Perhaps to prove her story, the young mother pulled out a few photos of her children and then she offered the
Mrs. Gladys Makes Up Her Mind
Poor Mrs. Gladys, she went to visit her grand-daughter and her husband over the weekend and the news is not good. She was excited about seeing the young family, and she was looking forward to going to church with them Sunday morning but things didn’t go so well. Leslie and her husband go to a big new mega-church. Mrs. Gladys, on the other hand, is
Chester Gould
He was born in Oklahoma in 1900. By the age of seven he'd discovered a love for drawing in general and cartoons in particular. He spent hours copying cartoons and adding his own words. During the next decade he won a couple cartoon contests and brought in spending money painting advertising jobs on barns and names on office doors, even using part of the hard
There once was a Pulpwood Queen…
There once was a Pulpwood Queen who held a booklovers' dream. Authors and readers converging as one to celebrate story and have big fun. There were lions and tigers and clowns, oh my! with books upon books piled to the sky. There's none other like it no event dare compare to the Pulpwood Party and the Ball of Big Hair. If time allowed I'd give you more verse though surely each line would get steadily