A Squirrely Story from Papaw Stone
Hello folks, let’s chat… I come from a long line of story-tellers, and some of the best ones I ever heard came from my Papaw Stone in Natchez, Mississippi. Papaw was a big story-teller, and a big squirrel hunter. The two usually went hand in hand. Papaw is squirrel hunting in heaven these days, but his stories will live on as long as I can
The Love Choice
Once upon a time a lady named Sonya was preparing to ask her husband for a divorce— as soon as she figured out how to make it as painful as possible. The man had broken her heart. He was sorry and claimed to have changed, but Sonya couldn’t let herself trust him. Around that time Sonya met an old friend for coffee. The other lady felt
Ernest Tubb in the Southern Quote
He was born on a cotton farm in Crisp, Texas. It was February 9th, 1914. As a young boy, he lived around the state working long hours alongside his share- cropping father, attending school only when a job wasn’t available. He was fourteen when he heard a Jimmie Rodgers recording. Fascinated with the man and his music, he set his heart on becoming a singer
Bodacious Black Bean Salad
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen, friends. With the weather "promising" to warm up, I thought we’d turn our attention from soups to salads. Today we’re featuring my Bodacious Black Bean Salad. I’ll show you how to whip it up but trust me, your gang won’t need any help making it disappear. “Bodacious Black Bean Salad” 2 (12 ounce) cans whole kernel corn 1 (15 ounce)
Show Over!
Many years ago, an old woman prospector shuffled into a dusty Texas town leading a tired old mule. In dire need of supplies, she headed straight for the general store for supplies. Once there, she tied up her old mule and reached for her canteen to quench her parched throat. Suddenly, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon. He had a gun in one hand
The Tale of My Dangerous Dinner
Hello folks, let’s chat…I had something very scary happen to me the other evening. Through no fault of my own, I found myself in possession of a chicken tender with a remarkable resemblance to a handgun. Swallowing hard, I considered how best to handle the potentially explosive situation. Fortunately, I was traveling alone. As far as I knew, the fierce fryer had not been served to
I See the Moon
The most beautiful moon led me home last night. I knew my cell phone camera wouldn't do it justice, but I had to try. I knew I'd want to share the moment with y'all. The moon was perfectly round and startling it it's brilliance-- and, bear with me here, but I felt it's company. Am I not getting weirder all the time? Wait. Don't answer that. I'm not saying the
