Why I Turned Down My First Marriage Proposal
I stared at the huge stone on the shiny gold band and looked up at the giver of the grand gift. What in the world should I say? He was so sweet, but I knew we were far too young. With as much sophistication as my second grade self could muster, I took a deep breath and explained to my on-again off-again boyfriend that I couldn’t
The Perfect Moment
If I could reclaim something from my childhood it would be the time spent with my grandparents. I suppose it’s because I’m a grandparent myself now, but I think of how I look at my little ones and it makes me think how nice it would be to go back in time and be on the other end of this relationship. I had wonderful grandparents on
Cookie Monster Squares
Hello folks and welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. It’s hard to believe its back to school time already. My summer has literally flown by! Poor kids— seems like it gets earlier every year. I thought I’d show y'all how to whip up a batch of my Cookie Monster Squares for those little learners. Let's get cooking! “Cookie Monster Squares” 1 stick butter, melted 1 and ½
Working Vacations
Remember when I told y’all about Barry in West Texas? He’s the fellow that offers “work vacations” to help make ends meet. He puts advertisements in a few big city newspapers, offering work experience on his farm. He talks it up big, you know— get fit while experiencing nature, that kind of thing, and he gets a lot of suckers. I mean, takers, he gets
The Hey Fatty App?!
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The Rest of Mercy’s Story
I knew I would have to tell y’all. I thought I’d waited long enough that I might be able to do it without crying. I was wrong. Again. Last Sunday I flew home from Georgia and landed in Monroe, LA. My first stop on the drive home from the airport was Highway 2. I needed to see my man in the worst way and that meant
Topping Off Your Tank
My parents are big on the importance of keeping a vehicle’s gas tank as close to full as possible. Maybe it’s because they’ve always lived in the country where there isn’t a gas station on every corner, or any corner for that matter. Maybe it’s a generational thing, but to their way of thinking, when the needle gets anywhere around the half-way mark you’re running on
Down by the River
As I’ve mentioned on the porch, I am the granddaughter of a Southern Baptist preacher, and I’m from the south, AKA, the Bible Belt. I like to say I was in church nine months before I was born and ever since. My point? You might think I would’ve witnessed a river baptism or two. I haven’t. I’ve heard about some good ones, though. My Papaw