We had a little incident around here last Friday. Some lady in a spanking new red convertible came speeding through the middle of town like she was headed to put out a fire. She’d managed to run both of our stoplights and scare the beejesus out of some folks trying to cross the street before one of our good deputies got her pulled over. Things

One of my southern mama’s favorite things to do is feed people. Just lead that woman to a kitchen and step back—it doesn’t matter if your cupboard is bare or overflowing, Houdini Mama can take whatever you’ve got in your pantry and whip up a meal fit for a king. Now, Mama’s not particular, she enjoys feeding anyone and everyone, but it doubles her fun

“Kill ‘em with kindness”. We belles are good at it. It’s been said we can stick it to ‘ya so gently you’ll be a good piece down the road before you realize you’ve been stuck. Let me give you an example. My friend Georgia runs a little seafood place in the Big Easy. Georgia’s husband left her years ago with three toddlers and a floundering restaurant.