“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.

I had the pleasure of visiting with my cousin, Penny, over the recent holidays. Penny works as the receptionist for a big law firm out in Texas. She always has a funny lawyer story for us. This time, she was telling us about this arrogant young fella named Charles who had recently been hired for their corporate division. Young Charles graduated at the top of

Hey folks, I’ve got to tell y’all one on my cousin Sonny, (second removed on my mama’s side). We have a family joke that goes like this: Sonny’s grandmother’s middle name was Work and he promised never to lay a hand on her. It might be funny if it weren’t so true. Sonny’s parents quit laughing a long, long time ago. The boy is spoiled