Best Friends and Mean Girls

Mean girls. They’re everywhere. All the time. Even today. But they were especially present in my life during middle school at the Julius T. Wright School for Girls. Yes, I went to an all-girls school. I joined a class of 40 young ladies in the 6th grade. We all looked alike in our maroon and…

A Southern Spring Sonnet

To continue the theme of poetry month that I started on Tuesday with a series of limericks (if you missed them, you can catch up here), I thought that I’d attempt a Shakespearean sonnet. It was a little more challenging with it’s iambic pentameter, which I’m quite sure I didn’t always hit the mark on…

A Tale Told in Limerick

April is National Poetry Month. That’s why I’m recounting my recent trip to Chicago in limerick. Here we go: We drove to Chicago, Illinois To see our fine college boy. We wined and we dined. “The cold!” we opined. That wind is the real McCoy. We spent two nights in Kentucky Which may strike you…

Public Radio and Me

I have listened to public radio my whole, entire life. The radio is always on at my parent’s house. There’s one in the kitchen, where we spend just about all our time, and one in each bathroom where we spend a little time from time to time. They’d always tune to Mississippi Public Broadcasting. Not…

I’ve got a trick up my sleeve!

If I said to you “I’ve got a trick up my sleeve” you’d probably think I was trying to be sneaky. Maybe I have secret plan. Maybe I’m going to try to pull a fast one. Now that it’s pollen season in the south — that wonderful time of the year when yellow dust floats…

Wrasslin’

Late on a rainy and gloomy Saturday afternoon, Husband and I are driving to Bessemer, Ala. It’s coal mining country just southwest of Birmingham. It’s a place that once flourished because of the steel and railroad industry. Now it’s dying. Nearly dead, really. Our destination is the Bessemer Civic Center which on this very night…

The Coup

Last Tuesday, I told y’all how my granny went from the farm to business school and survived an armed bank robbery. If you missed it, go read it now before you go any further. This is the second half of the story. After the robbery, Granny kept right on working at the bank, but Mrs….

The Bank Robbery

March is Women’s History Month. That’s why I think now is a good time to tell y’all a little story that I’ve been saving for quite some time. It’s the story of how my granny rose up from farm girl to bank president and nearly died along the way. Audrey May Rowell was her name,…

Richer than me you will never be…

Richer than me you will never be for I had a mother who read to me. That sentiment was written on a little refrigerator magnet Husband brought along with him when we got married. It had been a gift from his mother, and it’s still proudly displayed on our icebox. He and I were lucky…

Say it with sotto voce

I have very smart friends. Way smarter than I am. I’m reminded of the old business mantra that says, if you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room. Well, folks, I’m usually in the right room, and I love it. When I talk with my smarty McSmart smart friends, I always…