I'm a blogger, and the blogger creed requires that we post a post about everything we're thankful for on Thanksgiving. This is that post.
I'm declaring today to be Orange Friday in an act of shameless self-promotion and sharing why it's important to be your own best advocate.
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
Dear Santa, I’ve been a good girl this year … well, pretty good. On a scale between glowing halo and riding the lightning, I’d say I’m a solid halo with just a little tarnish. Not so much that you’d notice. Just don’t look too closely. Santa, it’s been a long year full of ups and … Continue reading Dear Santa…
In years past, starting on the first day of November, my social media feed would be overflowing with thankfulness posts. Honestly, it got on my last natural nerve. Most of it seemed like so much “humble bragging” — an excuse to tell people just how wonderful your life is (or how wonderful you want it … Continue reading Thankfully Thankful
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
I was a bad child. Terrible really. Quite possibly the worst. I liked to hide. And I was good at it. Whether it was among the clothing racks at Gayfers or under a table at Morrison’s, I’d hide until people were frantic then pop out at them, gleeful. I was stubborn. Even as a toddler, … Continue reading The Bad Child
It’s Mardi Gras! Fat Tuesday! The final day of Carnival season excesses before we start the long haul through forty days of penance and denial on our way to Easter Sunday. As many of you know, I’m from Citronelle, Alabama, which is just north of Mobile, where the very first Mardi Gras was celebrated in … Continue reading Take Me to the Mardi Gras
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 … Continue reading Lessons and Resolutions
“Today is the shortest day of the year.” I remember Daddy telling me that when I was about four or five as we were leaving Granny’s house where we had been opening presents and celebrating Christmas with the family. It was probably only about 4 o’clock in the afternoon, but it was already getting dark … Continue reading A Southern Solstice Celebration