Sitting on the dock by the lake, wasting time…
...and it felt good! So, I was writing on the back porch earlier this afternoon. The lake was calling and Dixie Belle's big old lab eyes were saying, "Deadlines, schmedlines, let's go fishing." And that, is precisely what we did. I shut 'er down and grabbed a shovel and cane pole from the carport storage room. The pic on the right is an example of the healthy worms I
I Knew Before I Heard It
The image I'll never forget, nor the sounds of agony, as I watched Him struggle up the hill to His death at Calvary. On a wooden cross they nailed Him, a crown of thorns they made in jest. From a precious few came wailing, cheers came from the rest. He hung between two criminals, a sign above his head. "King of the Jews," the mocking letters read. His
“Creamy Chicken Cacciatore”
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. Tell me, are you looking for a different main dish to serve this Easter? Maybe you just have to serve a big country ham, but you can still add this dish on the side for something new. I’m gonna share my Creamy Chicken Cacciatore with you. Ready? Great, let’s get cooking! Six to eight boneless chicken breasts 1 large
That’s All I’ve Got
I have not found it easy living on opposite ends of the earth from my only daughter. Okay, so I live in northeast Louisiana and she’s in Houston, Texas. Let’s try to avoid getting bogged down in the details. The stretches between our face to face visits can get hard but Jessica and I have developed our own ways of being a part of each other’s
Nature at Work
Okay, call this a shameless plug, but I want to give a shout out to one of the newest reality shows to hit the market. I figured I owed it to y’all since yours truly has been open about how little regard I have for most of ‘em. Yes, as a general rule, the beloved hubby and I haven’t been big reality TV fans. Heretofore,
Paulette Adds it Up
Hello folks, I've been in Seaside, Florida presenting at Escape to Create and working on a proposal for a new book project. I'm very excited about this one! I do hope to be able to share more about that very soon. But, right now, I've pulled out a classic issue from the archives for your enjoyment. I've also put a new Easter story on the
Roy Clark
He was born April 15th, 1933 in Meherrin, Virginia. During his childhood his father, a guitar, banjo, and fiddle playing cotton picker moved the family to Washington DC to pursue a career as a computer programmer. Even then, the young father took odd jobs playing at local dances to supplement the family income. By the age of fourteen Roy had learned to play the banjo,
That’s a Good Question
And God said, "Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me if you have understanding
Caroline and The Toilet Booger
Hey y'all, this is my weekly video posted at All Things Southern yesterday. It occured to me that all of my blog readers may not know the website features are updated weekly. Heck, you may not even know I have a weekly newsletter you can subscribe to in order to get those features delivered straight to your email box. (If you aren't subscribed, I sure wish you would
When you “can’t get no satisfaction”
As the world wakes around me, this thought settles deep in my soul. I believe that as long as anything else in this world satisfies His children, yes-- even if they are "spiritual undertakings", divine reading, study, corporate fellowship, anything--- as long as anything else satisfies us, He withholds Himself. Oh, to find no other satisfaction that His reality in me.