Suzanne Fisher visits ATS LIVE on Red & Keggie Day
Looking forward to ATS LIVE tomorrow evening. I've got a great show lined up
Backwards Beatitudes
I know. I've been MIA on the blog lately. I've found it challenging to keep all of the ATS balls in the air during Mama's back surgery and recovery. The to-do list got whittled down to the must-do and the blog didn't make the cut. Mama's doing well, improving a little more every day. She's a good patient. She doesn't want to "bother anyone", this from a woman who has
Lemon Ice Cream Pie
It’s official. We have reached that point of the summer where the temps are murderously hot, defined as that time when asking that question,"Hot enough for ‘ya?” is enough to put your life in danger. So, I’m thinking we need something cool and refreshing and I have just the thing—Lemon Ice Cream Pie! If you've ever finished an ice cream pushup a long time before
Hope for Wandering Hearts
My new friend and I were talking basketball, specifically coaching basketball. Over the years her rancher husband has retired from the game more than once. This ex-coach understands. It gets in your blood. There’s a lot about coaching basketball I miss and some things I don’t. I miss gym time with the girls and teaching the game’s fundamentals, dribbling, passing, and shooting. I believed
Where I’m From by Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
Today’s thoughts come from a writing exercise called Where I’m From. You can use this template to create your own unique biography. (And if you do, please, I'd love it if you would share!) Where I’m From I am from gumbo thick farming ground running alongside the Mississippi River, from Pixi Stix Candy Straws and wild blackberries. I am from a matchbox house on a dirt road
What a Really Wrong Answer Looks Like
The Nelson twins have bitten the bullet. They’re engaged to be married, and get this— they’re marrying sisters. And true to form, they’re trying to talk their sweethearts into a double ceremony. Some twins might crave their own space, but the Nelson boys have been inseparable from birth. The girls aren't much sold on the idea, though, and I don’t blame ‘em. The jury’s still
Castor Oil and Dangerous Relatives
Hello folks, have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ The other day my friend Karen Zacharias wrote a hilarious piece about childbirth and Castor oil. At the time, I was waiting with extended family while Mama, The Queen of Us All, was having extensive back surgery. Those facts aren’t related, but since hospitals always remind me of giving birth and I have Castor oil memories, too,
Shellie’s Open Letter to the Nice Fisherman
The Belle of All Things Southern makes an apology to a fisherman. She didn't mean to cheat him out of supper!
Don’t Let Your Foe Set the Trap and Spring it Too!
The other day I asked one of my girlfriends how she was doing. This friend knew I was asking about her desire to walk with God. Her response broke my heart. “Not good,” she said. “I mean, I want to pray and I’ll try to pray… but then I’ll go days without praying or reading my Bible and…” When her voice trailed off, I pressed gently,
Zig Ziglar
Few people will recognize his given name. Hillary was born on the 6th of November, 1926 in Alabama, although he spent most of his young life in Yazoo, MS where his family relocated. When Hillary was six years old his father and his youngest sister died within weeks of each other, leaving his mother to raise Hillary and his ten siblings alone. His