Is that a Hole in my Head?
I have scant time for this, but since my author friend Nicole Seitz thought I should share this story, here we go. Note: there'll be even more rambling than usual because there'll be zero to none editing. We good? Cool. Once upon a time, (which was actually just last week), I had a hole in my head. I do not mean an actual hole. That's just the phrase that kept coming
Shellie opines on Dreaming in the Southern Quote
One of my favorite quotes comes from Alice in Wonderland where the Queen says to Alice, “Sometimes I dream as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” I confess. I’m something of a sap for lines like that. I believe in the power of a healthy dream. You may have noticed that I qualified the dream. Why? Because I also believe that when it comes
Shellie Takes It Easy on Plunger Man
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“Too Much Information”
I’m all for folks getting an education and making a better life for themselves but I’ve noticed something. Sometimes, too much book sense can cause a person to use a string of two-dollar words when a fifty-cent word would be a better fit. If you’ve been around my porch long, you may know that I’m as partial to stretching out a good story as anyone
Shellie Suggests Taking it Easy on Plunger Man
Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Belle of All Things Southern, takes a surprising position in the case of the Plunger Man of NYC.
NYT’s Bestselling Author Eric Blehm on ATSLIVE today
Hey y'all-- running around Monroe doing errands and realized I hadn't blogged the show. I hope you're making plans to join me on air. I'm excited about my guest today-- Eric Blehm, author of Fearless! This is an awesome story of a courageous American named Adam Brown. You won't want to miss this! To register in the drawing for the book, comment here or on my
Don’t Poke What Hurts
There’s an old joke that always makes me smile. You’ve probably heard it, too. A man goes to his doctor and says, “Doc, it hurts when I poke right here. What should I do?” To which the doctor says, all together now: “Then don’t poke right there!” Thank you. It was fun sharing that together. And, now that I have your attention, I’ll tell you
The Power of Personal Choice
I recently sent a little tweet into cyberspace that read: “Dear adult person, your mother isn’t responsible for the choices you’re making today. I mean that in the nicest way. Choose well.” Immediately, the questions rolled in. Let me repeat my answer. It wasn’t a pointed message. I was simply thinking of how parenting comes without a manual. Granted, some people fail miserably at it,
Now That’s a Deadpan Smile
Hello folks, thanks for coming by All Things Southern for our weekly visit. I've been looking forward to see y'all! Have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ I’ve been watching a debate play out in a national advice column about funeral etiquette, specifically the practice of taking pictures of the deceased. It began when an irate sister witnessed someone snapping a photo of her brother in his
” Counting the Years”
LuAnn reports that she had a birthday last week. She also reported an adorable story that deserves to be shared. LuAnn was celebrating one of the big ones, a birthday with a nice round number, and that’s as far as I’m going. I know better. LuAnn is one of those belles who freely admits that she doesn’t give a fig about aging gracefully—she’s fighting it