That’s One High Priced Politician
“Can I get you anything else, a piece of cake, maybe?" I looked up and smiled at the same pleasant-looking older man who had helped me unload the car and set up my book table when I first arrived at the church. "No sir, I'm good for now. Y’all have been mighty good to me." I could tell he liked the sound of that. He had certainly
To Tell the Truth, by a Little Dog Author…
Hello folks, let’s chat… Big name authors have book-signing events where people line up around the store to get their signatures. This doesn’t happen to me and my author friends. We’re what they call B-list authors. We’re the ones sitting at our table trying to appear friendly but not desperate while y’all avoid eye contact with us, lest you feel compelled to purchase our book
A Note to My 17-Year-Old Self by Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
Dear Seventeen Year Old Shellie, I’m supposed to write you and explain some of the things you need to know before you go any further. Yes, I realize that “you know.” Why? Because you say that all the time but I’m talking about things that aren’t even on your radar, Missy, things that will help you live this life as deep and wide as possible. Does
Who Holds Your Treasure?
“Here, Keggie,” my granddaughter said, “Hold my frog, please. I don’t want to lose it.” It would be a waste of time for anyone to tell Emerson she shouldn’t play with frogs. That ship has sailed. And for the record, this Keggie complied. You may or may not share Emerson’s fondness for frogs, but I’m guessing we all know what it means to trust someone to
Darrell Waltrip in the Southern Quote
He was born February 5, 1947 in Owensboro, Ky. By the age of twelve he was an avid go-kart racer, at sixteen he entered his first stock car race, and by his early twenties he'd become a regular at the fairgrounds track in Nashville, Tenn. Darrell Waltrip quickly became one of the nation's top short-track drivers. He spent a decade earning a living on the short
Crockpot Fiesta!
Hello folks, and welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. I’m going to show you how to make my Crockpot Fiesta. It’s a great make ahead meal. “Crockpot Fiesta” 1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil Two tablespoons butter 1 onion, diced 3 cloves garlic, minced 1 teaspoon cumin 1 teaspoon Tony Chachere’s Cajun seasoning (of a good season-all) 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper 1 cup chicken broth, 1 pound chicken breasts 1 (15 ounce) can
Quick Draw Mother-in-Law
One of Jerry Don’s old college buddies is in town. He’s been staying at Jerry Don and Paulette’s all weekend. “How’s that going?” I asked Paulette earlier. I’d run into her at the grocery store, where she was pushing around an overflowing shopping cart. “All right,” Paulette said. “The man’s got a good appetite, that’s for sure. Between him and Jerry Don, and those boys of ours,
Dixie’s Watching Too Much Food Network!
Hello folks, let’s chat… Have any of y’all subscribed to that cable channel, DOG TV? I’ve been looking into it for Dixie Belle. The poor thing is getting on up there in age and she just can’t get around like she once could. True story, the other day I saw a squirrel sneak up on her while she was napping by the back porch. If
Malaprops Are Us
Hello folks, let’s chat…. I’m fond of those who mean one thing and accidentally say another. These are my people. The official word for such a thing is malapropism. I tend to produce them when I get excited. As a public speaker who loves to travel and is enthusiastic about meeting new people, this has led to some interesting exchanges. On at least two occasions,