Water for Thirsting Souls
I just downed a water bottle in one long gulp. It surprised me when the plastic caved in on itself. I didn't realize I was so thirsty until I started guzzling. And that, of course, reminded me of a story. Our son and daughter were gifted athletes. That's not an empty mama brag. The two of them excelled in a number of high school sports. There
Hot Fried Cornbread
Hello folks and welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen! Mondays are radio days for me. I drive to nearby Monroe, LA to tape the daily segments, like the one you're listening to here, and then, come five o'clock I kick off my live talk show, known as ATS LIVE. You can find the streaming link and hear recent podcasts at my website. Another
Papa is Fast On His Feet
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Valentine’s Day Advice for You and Your Sweetie
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Are You Wearing a Mask?
There's a collage of pictures on my phone that makes me laugh every time I see it. Three little hams and one big one are depicted wearing identical paper masks, the kind that anchors around your head with an elasticized band. The little hams would be the three Lake Providence grands. The big one, well, I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't
Phil’s Favorite Chocolate Truffles
Hello folks and welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen! Someone once famously noted that chocolate comes from cocoa and coca is a plant, therefore chocolate counts as salad. Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. And seeing as chocolate and Valentine's Day day are the dynamic duo, we're featuring "Phil's Favorite Chocolate Truffles" in the kitchen. I'll score major points serving these to my man,
Mary Snyder Visits ATS LIVE
Special guest Mary Snyder visits ATS LIVE to talk about Compassion International! And yes
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If Smart Phones are So Smart…
Hello folks, let's chat..More and more people are showing up in emergency rooms for injuries caused by walking and texting. Apparently, we the people can't walk and text without getting distracted. I resemble that, but then I live in varying states of distraction. I shall refer you to my work on Squirrel Story Syndrome while I endeavor to stay on task. Something's fishy, y'all. If our
Cousin Steve and The Great Butter Incident
I recently bought a simple white butter dish that reminds me of a story from long ago. I was young, six maybe and perched at the breakfast table in my Uncle Bryon and Aunt Elaine's house, along with my cousins and sisters. We were about to eat biscuits, or was it pancakes? Some of the details are vague. Others are as vivid in my mind
