A mosquito bit me on the eye the other Saturday evening. Not on my actual eyeball, but on the soft flesh just at the corner of my left eye. Unfortunately, I’m pretty allergic to the little blood suckers, so by the next morning, I looked like I’d been in a bar fight ... and lost. … Continue reading Mosquitoes love me. The feeling is not mutual.
“Hidden treasures — the best place to find shark teeth!” “Look for shark teeth!” “A great place to find shark teeth!” These are all things you will read when researching a trip to Amelia Island, a barrier island on Florida’s Atlantic coast that's spitting distance from Georgia. So when Husband and I went on vacation … Continue reading The Great Shark Tooth Hunt
My daddy has given me lots of good advice over the years. So I got to wondering what other daddies told their children — what was the one piece of advice that stood out in their memories? Well, y’all, our daddies are some smart, smart fellas. In the hundreds of responses I got, I noticed … Continue reading 50 Pieces of Advice from Dear Old Daddy
It's not the heat it’s the damned humidity! You hear that plenty down here in the South. And it’s true! Our close proximity to the Gulf of Mexico means that the air is pretty well waterlogged with tropical moisture. And while this muggy climate is great for your skin, it’s bad for your health. You … Continue reading Am I in Hell or is it just summertime?
Baw* taught me how to swim when I was four or five years old in Puppy Creek, a little tributary of Dog River just outside of Citronelle. We’d take the old truck and head off down the Prine Road and when it turned to dirt at the stop sign, we’d turn left onto the Lott … Continue reading You Have to Float Before You Can Swim
Veni, vidi, vici, y’all… That’s how I feel about the BookExpo, which I attended last week in New York. I was there because my book, They Call Me Orange Juice, was on display in Archway Publishing’s booth, and I got to be a part of a meet and greet with several people from Simon & … Continue reading Veni, Vidi, Vici, Y’all
By the time y’all read this, your girl here will be well on her way to New York City. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I travel outside of the South, I feel like I have to be a positive example of the South and Southerners. That means no flip … Continue reading Country Come to Town
Come late spring, early summer we in the South, at least here in Alabama, enter a strange weather period. It could be 90 degrees one day, but it might be 70 the next. One minute it’s dead calm and you think you’ll drown in the humidity, then all of a sudden a nice breeze will … Continue reading The Devil’s Beating His Wife
The question of the day is just where is “yonder”? Or should the question be how far away is “yonder”? Or maybe it’s what the hell is a “yonder”? If you already know the answer, you're a card-carrying Southerner but you should still read on for fun. If you don't know the answer, today's your … Continue reading Where is “yonder”?
For Mother’s Day, I wrote about what an ill-tempered child I was. Mama’s mantra to me during my growing-up years was “You’ve got to learn to control your temper.” And it’s mostly worked. Now, whenever I feel a little flare up, I hear Mama’s calm voice and try to go to a happy place. But … Continue reading It’s a Mad, Mad South