Looking Forward to Daybreak
I saw Betty Ann Bender yesterday morning and she was fit to be tied. Her husband had left the house without mentioning their anniversary. And it wasn’t just any anniversary. It was their tenth. Betty Ann said she wasn’t really expecting diamonds and roses as Sam has never been the romantic kind, but she was hoping he would at least remember. He didn’t. I asked
Something Stinks in the Sleep Study
Hello folks! Welcome back to All Things Southern. I do so love to see the gang get together on the porch. Have a seat, and let's chat
A Southern Saying
I enjoy quoting famous southerners in this “Southern Quote” segment of our porch visits, but I’m just as determined not to neglect the entertaining local wisdom of our region. So today, we’re going to examine one of our more common southern sayings. We southerners all know that when someone begins anything by saying, “I’ll tell you how the cow ate the cabbage”, this person is
I Refuse to Grow Up
It's not all I thought it would be so I refuse to do it-- this growing up
Dancing Eyes Linger
Dancing eyes. I substituted in the children's class at church this morning and all afternoon I've found my eyes wandering back to those kids and their dancing eyes. I filled in because I was needed. Who knew I would enjoy them so much? Not me. I like, no, I LOVE sharing the word with women-- that's not news. But those kids, they captured my heart in a totally different
Refreshing “Lemon Drop” Berries, Walnut & Greens Salad
A delicious salad from Becky and Rachel at We Laugh, We Cry, We Cook! Becky is the wife of my CBA agent, Greg Johnson at Wordserve Literary. Rachel is her daughter. Check out their cool new blog! Refreshing “Lemon Drop” Berries, Walnut & Greens Salad. I plan to make this one sooner rather than later! Hugs, Shellie
Prop Open a Window!
As I sit here typing it is a beautiful spring day. The temperature is just right, not too hot and not too cold. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear my grandmother, God rest her soul, saying, “For heavens sakes, child, prop open a window and let the outside in.” I would, Grandmaw, I’d love, too. Only my windows don’t prop, drats. My
No Reasonable Doubt
From time to time I like to fill y’all in on the happenings at the courthouse where my cousin Katherine works as a stenographer. She never fails to have a good story for me. Recently, Katherine’s friend Patti was selected to be on the jury for a big murder trial, we’re talking the crime of the century for their rural Arkansas town. Katherine said the defendant
Red Misses the Memo
Hello folks, it’s nice to have you back on the porch here at All Things Southern. Have a seat, and let's chat… ~smile~ Today I’ll be attempting a lady-like discussion that will require me to proceed delicately. First a question: Who among us hasn’t been caught in a situation where a public restroom was needed in the worst kind of way? Exactly—- it happens to
Grantland Rice
He was born in Tennessee in 1880. After graduating from Vanderbilt University with a double major in Greek and Latin, he took the work ethic learned from twelve hour days in the fields and applied it to his chosen career. The Tennessee farm boy not only became a top notch reporter, columnist, poet, and author, he’s also considered the first superstar sportscaster. Grantland Rice, or “Granny”