Leaving on a Jet Plane…
Hey y'all! I write to you with mixed emotions from a hotel room in Loveland, CO. I’ve been here all week as the guest of Resurrection Fellowship, where I’ve been teaching my book Heart Wide Open for the last three evenings. Rez (as they are more informally known), has been recording these sessions to produce a DVD of the event. Let it be known that I am officially in
Terminal Trouble
It’s been years since I first rode one of those super fast terminals in the Atlanta airport but I still remember the instant education I got on translating the disembodied voice blaring from the speaker. When the nice lady suggests that you hold on because the train is leaving the station and it will reach a high rate of speed, she is actually saying, “You
A Gradual Process with World Changing Results
“Yes, ma’am” and “No, ma’am,” are as much a part of speech to me as nouns and verbs. I don’t have to think about using them. However, thanks to the consistent training of my Southern Mama, not using them requires a special effort similar to the deprogramming of a computer and equally challenging for this belle. Over the years I’ve unintentionally offended many ladies with what
Thomas A. Dorsey in the Southern Quote
He was born in Georgia on July 1st, 1899. His father was a preacher and his mother taught piano so it was perhaps no surprise when young Thomas, or Tommy as he was known, learned to play the piano in his childhood. It wasn’t long, however, before he was displaying a preference for jazz and blues over the gospel songs his family loved. When Tommy’s
Lucy’s Crockpot Cheese Soufflé
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. Today’s recipe is a tribute to the memory of a great southern cook and my late mother-in-law, Lucy Lowry Tomlinson. I remember being a young bride and thinking that Lucy’s Crockpot Cheese Souffle sounded a little too tricky for my skills. Little did I know it was a layer and pour type of thing. Here let me walk
Wedgiephobia Explained
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Canned Meat, Radio, Travel Plans, and Rotten Eggs– this post has it all.
Hey y'all! This is a just a stream of consciousness/touching base/housekeeping type of post since I haven't been to the blog in weeks. Mind you, I'm still hosting ATS LIVE each Monday evening on Talk540 and producing new website and radio segments for my affiliates week in and week out, so I do hope all of you fine blog readers have found those All Things Southern efforts. I'd hate
Gracing the Public Square
I love words. If you’ve been sitting on the All Things Southern porch for any time at all, that did not come as a news flash. Still, should validation ever be necessary, my darling husband would tell you that ample proof abounds in the home we share here on the banks of a lake in a town called by God’s name. Words grace our walls, adorn
Where Were You?
I was on my second cup of coffee, in a comfortable recliner in my own home. I remember the disbelief, shock, anger, and overwhelming sadness. As I watched the images flashing on the screen, heroes began rising up from among everyday people and a wave of pride joined my confused emotions. I remember feeling compelled to find my grown kids immediately, to locate my husband, my
Sausage and Cornbread Pie
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. Not long ago I shared with y’all a recipe in which I put broccoli in the cornbread. I heard from more than one male type person who just couldn't handle that idea. Hence, today I shall attempt to calm the male population by putting sausage in the cornbread. Yes, we're cooking "Sausage and Cornbread Pie" in the All