Thoughts from the Backwards Jogger
Yes, literally. In an effort, I suppose, to stay true to my life's overall theme, my knees are weird. FYI, my knees have ALWAYS hurt. When I was a teenager running bleachers during basketball conditioning I thought it was normal-- that everyone's knees were aching. A trip to the ortho in my 30's when I was playing tons of team tennis and my knees were killing me revealed
Serendipity and Unanswered Prayers
Serendipity: a happy accident or pleasant surprise. Our lives are full of accidents and surprises. Being able to see the happy and find the pleasant in them-- that's the hat trick. More than a decade ago, after filling away yet another rejection letter, I squared my shoulders and took another path. I spent the next several years working feverishly to build a platform for my writing. Progress was
Bring it on, FIFTY! This belle ain’t skeered!
The other day my author friend prefaced what she was about to say to me by telling me it would make me laugh. Duly warned, I was prepared for a chuckle but her next comment gave me the kind of belly laugh that I dearly love. Author Friend said I was "the sanest person she knew." If you are a friend, family member, or long-time reader you will need
Elvis the Egret Hits the Jackpot
I was watching a flock of egret fish for shad along the lake bank when I saw him. He wasn’t unique in appearance, same white feathers, same spindly legs, and beady eyes. It’s just that I happened to glance his way right about the time he hit the jackpot, struck pay-dirt if you will. While his buddies munched on two-inch shad, Elvis the Egret was
Wayne Newton in the Southern Quote
This half-Indian son of an auto mechanic was born April 3rd, 1942 in Roanoke, Virginia. He was four when his parents took him to see the Grand Old Opry. Enthralled by the likes of such country music greats as Hank Williams and Kitty Wells, the little boy announced to his mother that "this was what he wanted to do." "What?" she asked. Carson Wayne Newton
Popeye’s Got to Have It Spinach Salad
We’re stirring up “Popeye’s Got To Have It Spinach Salad” in the All Things Southern kitchen today. It’s chock-full of nutrition and running over with flavor. Let me show you~ “Popeye’s Got To Have It Spinach Salad” Salad: 2 six-ounce bags packaged spinach, washed 1 bunch green onions, diced 5 slices bacon, fried, drained, and crumbled ½ cup slivered almonds, toasted 1(8 ounce) can sliced water chestnuts Dressing: 1/3 cup olive oil ¼ cup sugar 3
Missing Parts and Missing People
Ever since Mrs. Mamie Lee and Old Man Henry got that brand spanking new Winnebago, they’ve been on the road more than they’ve been at home. You might have seen ‘em. Mr. Henry had this professional artist paint a big map of the United States on the side. Mr. Henry’s map tends to stand out from the crowd. After every trip he paints a big
Kung Jung Jr. — Oh, boy…
Hello folks, let’s chat… First we had to deal with Kung Jung Crazy playing nuclear games in his pajamas. Now, Kung Jr. is at the helm and he could possibly have less bricks in his wheelbarrow than pappy did. I saw a cartoon that had a red-faced Kung Jr. jumping up and down trying to reach the mark on a sign that read, “You must
SUPER show on ATS LIVE today – 5:00 to 6:00 PM Central
This may be the quickest post I ever write. I can type fast if you can read fast. :) 5,4,3,2,1-- let's go! DO make plans to join me on ATS LIVE this evening. My in studio guests are my friends Aubrey Greiser and John Rea, we'll be talking about the Love Your Community initiative, complete with vision and verbs for your hometown! At the bottom of the
Could THIS get me to the Opry?
Hello folks, let’s chat… It all started when one of my lifetime friends posted an article on my Facebook wall with the following headline, “Cold Weather Kills Entire German Flea Circus.” I realize most people could ignore that, but Tanya knew full well that I’d have to know more. She’s wrong for that, too. Not only have I lost Google hours I will never be