Ducks with a Death Wish?
Although our men are tied to the daily demands of their farms right now, irrigating and tending to growing crops, they can still dream. Those rare summer showers that are few and far between will find them planning and preparing for their favorite time of the year—hunting season. Any spare time is spent sighting their guns and trying to find the perfect hunting lease. Unless, of
Hoedowns, Throw-Downs, and Showdowns
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Have Mercy, Won’t You Stay?
By the time I finished praying, it was later than usual. I hated the idea of missing my morning kayak ride on Lake Providence, but it seemed like the smart thing to do. As much as I love starting the day on the water, the sun was climbing higher in the sky and my mind was already making a list of everything that needed to
How Appetizing is Your Witness?
One evening, my friend River Jordan and I sat down to enjoy a much-anticipated meal together at a particular restaurant in a town I won’t mention by name. It was the close of a very long day on the road during a book tour that had us taking in something like 79 cities in 58 days. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but we
A Parable on Perspective in the Southern Quote
Hey folks, we’re going to forego one of our traditional Southern Quotes, today. I want to share a parable with you instead. It’s not a Biblical parable. I love those, but I’m also fond of the everyday wisdom that gets handed down through the ages in story form. I’m talking about the kind of stories that can say things you might not otherwise receive. By
Cinnamon Cream Coffee Cake
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. That smell is the remains of my first batch of Creamy Cinnamon Coffee Cake. I'm afraid it's all gone -- thanks to that last group of family members that came through-- but stick around. I was just about to whip up another one and I'll show y'all how it's done. “Cinnamon Cream Coffee Cake” 2 cans of crescent rolls 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 cup
Paula’s Plotting Her Revenge
I saw Paula recently. She came in for our great aunt’s funeral. You remember Paula, my single cousin from Texas. I thought the girl looked fantastic myself, all slim and trim with every hair in place, but her biological clock must be ticking louder than ever ‘cause she was even touchier about her marital state, or lack thereof, than usual. She sat by Phil and me
Watch Out for Falling Squirrels
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