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It's going to look a lot like Christmas on ATS LIVE tomorrow afternoon. WHAT? You, too, Shellie? Calm down, y'all. This is not a store putting up Christmas decorations alongside the school supplies sort of thing. Far from it. Tomorrow's show is about relieving the pressure of Christmas before it can even begin to build. It's about going into the holidays with an entirely new perspective, brought to us in

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

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

“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

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

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