Where’s the Off Button?
Fred and Evelyn Knaff have been entertaining their grandchildren for the past week, Connie’s boys—that would be the five year old triplets! Yes, those boys are a handful for anyone, anytime, but Connie’s pregnant again and her husband, Ron has just been called up to Iraq. Connie’s nerves have not been very good, lately. She’s not due ‘til the middle of January but she’s been
I Know My Own, and My Own Know Me
In the event that you aren’t tweeting with me on Twitter, following me on Facebook, or exchanging pics on Instagram, you may not be aware of our latest blessing. I can fix that. Hear ye, hear ye, Weston Phillip Tomlinson, our fifth grandchild, was born on November 13th. Considering the ginanormous amount of pictures of Weston that I’ve already collected on my iPhone, I feel I’ve
Dorothy Dix in the Southern Quote
She was born prematurely in a plantation home in Woodstock, Tennessee and named Elizabeth Meriwether Gilmer. The year was 1870. Her parents wrapped her tiny body in blankets and surrounded her with heated bricks. Few expected her to survive, but Little Lizzy not only lived, she spent the next ninety years defying expectations. Lizzy’s childhood was as difficult as her birth. The war was over; but
Shellie’s Highly Favored Chocolate Lemon Bark Candy
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen, friends! It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas -- only, once again, I haven't been able to find my favorite candy in the specialty stores. That would be Chocolate Lemon Bark—I love the stuff! Could eat a pound of it! I haven’t been able to find it the last few years and I’ve been looking everywhere. So, I’ve created
Ode to the Longsuffering Southern Mama
Hello folks, let’s chat…I’m here today as a voice of reason. There has been some concern mentioned among my girlfriends that our generation could be in danger of losing a long held and iconic trait of the Southern Mama Hood. The sober suggestion has been made that we belles are growing increasingly incapable of properly portraying the Longsuffering Southern Mama, defined as one who is so
Shouting Ground!
I can scarcely contain myself as I sit down to write. My heart's overflowing, my eye makeup is smeared from crying, and my thoughts are flying in all directions. I'm iffy on how this is going to translate into a coherent post, but I'm bound and determined to try. Let's do this thing. As many of you know, our 30 Days of Thankfulness Drive concluded yesterday on the last