Divided We Fall

If we can't come together as a nation to fight a pandemic, could we come together to fight an invading army? Or would our division be our downfall?

Emerging

I haven't been doing much blogging lately...or this whole year...but I haven't been just sitting around either. Here's what I've been up to.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. I know this year’s holiday isn’t the one we all wanted or planned for, but it’s the one we have. And that leads me to the next two lessons I’ve learned in 2020. First, things can’t stay the same forever even as much as we want them to. Even in “normal” years, … Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving

I Love to Ride My Bicycle

Learning to ride a bicycle is a rite of passage. You move up from the safety of three wheels to the precarious-looking two. Maybe you have training wheels to start, but it’s not too long before you’re off and running … er, riding. And those two wheels are where you spend a huge part of … Continue reading I Love to Ride My Bicycle

A Tale of Two Gumbos

A gumbo with no roux — that’s crazy talk, right? Who ever heard of such a thing? A gumbo with no roux… I’m pretty set in my ways about a few things, and gumbo is one of them, as I have written before (you can read that post here). But if 2020 has taught us … Continue reading A Tale of Two Gumbos

Anticipation: The Key to Joie de Vivre

Hey friends! After a month-long pity party during which time I couldn’t think of a single thing to write that wasn’t (a) whiney or (b) bitchy or (c) hateful, your girl is back. I know y’all don’t want to read that crap, so I won’t write it! After all, this ain’t therapy and I ain’t … Continue reading Anticipation: The Key to Joie de Vivre

The Mask of Freedom

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: My childhood friend Mike Hayes called me out on this post not so much because he disagreed with the overall theme of it, but because of the way I had presented it in places. Mike and I have known each other our whole entire lives, and while we have usually very different opinions … Continue reading The Mask of Freedom

Art and My Inner Georgia

One hundred and one days. That’s how long I’ve been sheltering in place, safer in placing, and working from home. I haven’t been home for this long since I took three months off for maternity leave 21 years ago. Except now I don’t have a newborn to keep me occupied. But I’m a creative person, … Continue reading Art and My Inner Georgia

Lilylivered

Chicken livers. Tragedy* loves chicken livers. Specifically fried chicken livers. Being the good wife that I am, I decided that if he wanted them, he should have them. No...I did not order takeout. No...I did not have some delivered. I decided to make them at home...from scratch. That's why this story is a testament to … Continue reading Lilylivered