My friend Linda had a little surgery yesterday. This morning I called to check on her, and to my surprise, she answered the phone. “Linda,” I said, “Is that you? I didn’t expect you to answer. Where’s John?” “Oh, he’s gone to pick the kids up from his mama’s. It’s okay. I’m on the couch and the portable phone was right here beside me. Besides,

Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen, friends. I’m bringing y’all my Sweet and Saucy Pork Loin today. It’s another recipe that I really, really thought was in the archives already. But, I guess it’s a good thing y’all don’t pay me for thinking, ‘cause I checked and it’s not there. We can fix that, though! Six simple ingredients and this is going to be

When one stops completing unpacking one's suitcase in favor of adding to and taking from it for the next trip, one may be on the road too much, 'ya think?! But that's neither here nor there, y'all. Now is no time to throw on the brakes! I'm way too excited about this weekend's trip to Bainbridge, GA where I'll be hosting a ladies retreat at Calvary Baptist Church! The

Greetings from the All Things Southern kitchen, folks! I’ve got a fun announcement to share. Last year my daughter Jessica launched Kitchen Belleicious, a cooking site devoted to fearless cooking. Well, her readers’ response has just totally fueled her culinary passion. So much so that she’s now launched Belleicious Kids, geared to creating healthy bites for the young ones! Good for her! Jessica loves to

No, silly! Not that kind of agent. :) Hey y'all! Are you dreaming of getting published and wondering where to start? Have you written that book but have no idea where to turn? Could you use some insider information? Yeah, I thought so. Regular correspondance with the All Things Southern porchers has revealed a number of aspiring writers in our community and your dutiful hostess has made it my

I have a good friend who practices law. I remember once asking him if he minded my sharing the occasional lawyer joke. He said he didn’t mind at all, that he and his fellow lawyer buddies didn’t tell the jokes, but sometimes they had to laugh at the better ones. Personally, I think their fine sense of humor can be attributed to the fact that

He was born in Little Rock, Arkansas on January 26th, 1880. As a child he learned to ride and shoot before he could read and write. Those early days were spent in New Mexico where his father, Lieutenant General Arthur MacArthur, a Medal of Honor Recipient from the Civil War, was now commanding an infantry assigned to protect settlers and railroad workers from Indian attacks.