Don’t Divide Your Light
I enjoyed an invigorating worship session in my back yard this morning that I’m sure gave my neighbors cause to lock their doors. Back story: I like to rework and redeem secular songs, offering them up to God with an entirely new twist on the intent of the one who penned them. I’ve sang “Jesus, Jesus, I get down on my knees for you” for
You Oughta Be in Pictures
My friend Paul is a dentist. He admits it’s not the most popular job around, but he insists that someone has to do it. I agree, on both accounts. Last week Paul had a pretty blond in her late twenties come in for a checkup. John’s receptionist told him that when the young woman made the appointment she admitted she was very afraid of dentists.
It Can Be Rough Out There
Hello folks, I greet you from the road. I'm in Houston checking on the ATS Baby Beau Czars, and let me just say that I am loving it. But, of course, I am happy to stop and visit with friends. So, have a seat, and let’s chat…~smile~ One of the interesting new products revealed at the recent Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas was a motorized unicycle.
John Folse
He was one of eight born into a family of sugar cane farmers and talented cooks in rural St. James Parish, sixty miles outside of The Big Easy. It was 1946. From an early age, John learned to cook using what he refers to as the swamp floor pantry of South Louisiana's Bayou Country. It was clear to this budding chef that the bounty of
Hip Won’t Always be Hot
Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Belle of All Things Southern shares a story with a moral: What's hip now may not be hip later!
Sue Ellen’s Girl Ain’t Fat
Book trailers are all the rage. If you're a big time author, your publisher may shell out major bucks to have one professionally done to market your next best-seller. If you're not a big time author, you may have to produce your own. In that case, you'll get something like this
Faith and False Advertising
Many years ago, back when my sisters and I were backseat warriors in the family car, just hearing that we were approaching a highway rest stop was encouraging music to my young ears. It hinted of fresh entertainment and a possible reprieve from various levels of torture. For starters there was the constant harassment I suffered as the baby of the family. If I wasn’t
Trouble at the Movies
I was down at the coffee house earlier when I overheard Mrs. Myrtle, our town’s resident old-as-the-hills maid telling her friends about her recent experience at the movies. Mrs. Myrtle had gone to see Courageous but it was sold out and she had to go with her second choice, which ended up being some kind of science fiction something or other. Mrs. Myrtle isn’t into
Post Mortem Makeovers
Hello folks, thanks for dropping by the porch today. I'm gearing up for a big weekend in Tyler, TX where I'll be speaking at Cowgirl Get-Together 2012! (It was described to me as a redneck Women of Faith event. Boy, howdy! I'll be right at home!) But, the packing can wait. I'm looking forward to spending a few moments with y'all. Have a seat, and
James Garner
He was born April 7th, 1928 in Norman, Oklahoma and christened James Scott Baumgarner. He was four when his mother died. He and his two brothers were briefly sent to live with relatives. A couple years later, his father remarried and the kids were allowed to return home. It was far from an ideal reunion that deteriorated into domestic violence. James’ stepmother beat all the