God Wants to Give You the Blessing of Perspective
I hesitate to broach the following conversation because every time I mention how much I dislike spiders my Facebook wall gets flooded with images of the little monsters, compliments of people who call me friends. And yet they enjoy harassing me. What is that? You’d think I’d skirt the subject entirely, and I would— if Father God would keep his spiders out of my state,
We Were Sooooo Poor…
Hello folks, let’s chat…I like to laugh. I look for things to make me laugh. Fortunately for me, I present myself with plenty of opportunities during the day at my own expense because, as it has been so often noted, “I ain’t right.” I’ve also been blessed with strong powers of observation. Which translated simply means I like to eavesdrop, only that doesn’t sound near
Be a Super Hero
My BFF celebrated my birthday in her delightfully unorthodox style. She snuck over to my house at midnight with a crockpot of roast and veggies and plugged it in on my back porch. And then she taped silly pictures to my plate glass doors and left cards and gifts. That’s plural. Over the years Red and I have adopted a more is more approach to
Shellie’s Go-To Boston Butt Recipe
I have an often used and much loved barbecue pulled pork recipe in my tried and true file. I'll always use it. However, I want to show y'all another of my pulled pork crockpot techniques that will also produce tons of flavor and a delightful sauce from it's own juices for those times when your recipe doesn't call for a barbecue taste. (Like, my Pulled Pork Corn Chowder, for
The Blessed Seal of Approval
Last week we chatted about some of the unusual things I’ve discovered about aging. (Side note: it’s been suggested that I use the phrasing “as I mature”, but I’m not sure they’re one and the same. So there’s that.) But, back to my discoveries. Some of my findings are probably universal but I suspect that not all of them are, like my increasing tendency to let
Not Your Average Beauty Advice
Hey y'all! Doing things a wee different here for our weekly porch chat. I hope you'll enjoy this little clip from the road. :) Hugs, Shellie
Let God Take the Sting Out
My father’s mother starting dipping snuff as a five-year-old growing up in the hills of Kentucky. Papa likes to say, “People always said it’d kill her and they were right. When she was ninety-four years old, it finally caught up with her.” Grandma’s little brown jar of snuff was multi-purpose. When we grandkids got stung by a bee or a wasp, Grandma would treat the spot
Broccoli Bake with Prosciutto Crumble Topping
The other evening, I took the basics of broccoli cheese soup, tweaked ‘em a bit, baked them into a casserole, and topped them with a Prosciutto crumb topping. The verdict? It’s going into the keeper file, folks. Here, I’m show y’all how I did it. “Broccoli Bake with Prosciutto Crumble Topping” 8 cups broccoli florets 3 tablespoons olive oil 4 ounces of prosciutto 2 tablespoons butter 1 and ½ cups milk 2-3
On the Surprises of Aging
Hello folks, let's chat…My birthday has me thinking about the aging process, but not in a I-should-have-face-freezing-surgery sort of way. And that’s not because they’re saying 50 is the new 30. That sounds like Common Core or something. Besides, if 50 is the new 30, at 53 I’d be 33 and raising teenagers again. I’m going with thank you but no thank you on revisiting
Trust God with the Rewrites
I'll never forget the day I opened a twelve page editorial letter addressing the structure of my latest manuscript. That detailed missive by my sweet editor concerned my third work in progress from a major publisher and it left me wanting to walk straight off the end of our dock. It was easily the most substantive content edit I'd received to date. My anxiety increased