Blank & Blank: What’s in a name?

My folks were in town this past weekend, and we went for brunch on Saturday at a local joint called Roots & Revelry. It’s a really good restaurant in a bright, newly restored location in an old, historic building. The cocktails flowed along with the conversation, and a good time was had by all. But…

My Daily Face Painting Ritual

(To my male readers, this one’s about makeup. It’s a girl talk day. You’re welcome to read along or stay tuned for my next post which I hope will be more gender nonspecific. At any rate, I appreciate y’all too!) One of my earliest memories is lying on Granny’s bed watching her standing in front…

Vino de Amor

A friend of mine paid me a nice compliment yesterday. She said I looked very “fresh.” Was my hair different? Had I lost weight? What was it? she asked. To tell you the truth, I had barely put any makeup on at all. I’ve still been feeling rundown from the not-flu flu that I recently…

Hooked on Crocheting

Make a slip knot in a piece of yarn. Then wrap the yarn around your little finger. Bring it under your middle two fingers and around the back of your pointy finger. Pinch the knot between your thumb and middle finger. That’s how you start just about every crochet project. My Great-great-aunt Bessie taught me…

Cussing Cussed Cussedness

Dammit. I’m driving down the road and my precious baby child is in his car seat in the back. He’s 4-ish. Round-faced. Big eyes. A smile that would melt the coldest heart. Sweet and loving. Angelic. And cussing. I say nothing and keep my eyes straight ahead. I don’t flinch. I try hard not to…

My New Southern Comfort Food — Ramen

A bad cold calls for comfort food. When I was sick as a child, Mama would fix me homemade chicken noodle soup or egg custard. She’d bring it to me in bed on a tray. All of it warm, creamy, and soothing. That’s what rural Southern people eat. Simple food made with simple ingredients. As…

Sick as a dog and other Southern sayings for when you feel like poo

A bout with a sinus infection, fever, bronchitis, and all the yuck that goes along with being sick has me thinking about Southern sayings again. I’ve definitely used several over the last few days. And as I sit here under my favorite afghan surrounded by a pile of Kleenexes (both used and not) sipping on…

Lessons and Resolutions

2017 was a year of transition — a new president, a new boss at work, Sonny graduated from high school and went away to college, a dear friend moved to another city, another friend died unexpectedly. In many ways it was a good year. In some ways it just wasn’t. Here are some lessons that…