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Hey y'all! I remember sharing this idea last year, but since I can't find a picture or post to prove it, (isn't that par?), and since it takes minimal time to yield maximum charm (who doesn't love that combo?), I decided a redo was in order! Last year I did several large pumpkins and gours of different colors, but this is what I had on hand, so last night

I'm in a full-out run today, laying tracks here at home for the taped radio segments that air daily on my affiliates in what I fondly call the "Redneck Radio Studio" (I really must document it with pics soon) -- and then it's on to Monroe for errands and this afternoon's production of ATS LIVE the Radio Show! My special guest today is Austin Moody, son of

The Lucy Cookbook is a labor of pure love. It's all of my mother-in-law's recipes bound into one keepsake, pulled together by my sister-in-law, Sandy. Mawmaw Lucy had lost her battle with Alzheimer's by the time the project was finished, making the handwritten recipes that much more of a treasure to all of us. The other night I pulled it out and began browsing the familiar pages again. It felt

We all know where we were.  My family and friends were far from any of the ghastly scenes but every year I find myself needing to try and process it all over again. We remember as a nation. We remember as individuals. I've had my grand girls today. We've been down to mama's to check on her, where I expressed heartfelt appreciation to my Cousin Michelle for being willing to fill in gaps with

******8-29-12 After watching that last storm update, I feel compelled to offer the following pertinent except from my most recent book, Sue Ellen's Girl Ain't Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy . Perhaps it will help some to refrain from sharing quite so enthusiastically.  THX! ****** On behalf of my fellow Louisianans, and our many friends in other hard hit areas of the southern region, I’d like to have a come to

Dashing off a quick post from this coffee shop before heading to the studio. Battling a killer sinus infection and my doc is out of the office. Yes, I know I could use someone else. Meet Mrs. Creature of Habit. Meanwhile, back at the home place, my men (along with thousands of their closest friends from a handful of states) are in full Hurricane Mode. Some