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“Stay in your lane and don’t drop the baton.”  Those words echoed in my head as I prepared for my first high school track relay. Memory doesn’t serve me on why the fourth member of the relay team was missing, but I do recall the feeling of being a freshman and teaming up with three experienced seniors. And, yes, newbie here dropped the baton. Thanks

Hey y'all, I'm in a full out run of preparation. I'll be leaving for Guatemala this coming Monday, part of a Compassion Int'l mission trip. Amidst all the packing and double checking of the packing, I've turned my kitchen into an assembly line to put good food in the freezer for my beloved farmer to enjoy while I'm away. It's what you do when you were raised by a good Southern

My youngest grandchild, known as Weston the Wonder Boy, turned three a while back. He sleeps in a big boy bed at his own house but I’ve still been putting him down in the baby bed when he naps here. It wasn’t a conscious effort to baby him as much as one of those habitual things you do because you haven’t thought to switch gears.

Hello folks and welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen!  When I was a little girl, my Grandma Stone would make us kids something she called Potato Candy. I love both the unique melt in your mouth flavor and the memories it inspires. Granted, I figured out long ago that the name didn’t exactly make peoples’ mouth water but it was only recently that

I share an ongoing group text with my husband, our two grown children, and our beloved young in-laws who married those sweet kids of ours. I’m sure y’all are involved in your own group threads. We use ours to communicate important information like who was a rock star at soccer practice, who learned to go potty, and who has a loose tooth. As of this