An Extrovert in Isolation

Six and a half hours. That’s how long I’ve been working from home as of this writing.   Due to concerns over coronavirus (COVID-19), most of my office has been instructed to work remotely. All of us really except for the most essential staff. My husband, whom I affectionately refer to as Tragedy because of his…

Yo Sonic has to go, phở sho!

She came through the door with what looked like a Big Gulp in the crook of her right arm and a greasy paper sack in her left hand. Along with her friend, she made her way in and found a table where she proceeded to plop down, placing the limp brown bag in front of…

The Decade That Was

It just occurred to me the other day that not only are we nearing the end of the year, we’re at the end of a decade. I know I know … I’m a little slow on the uptake. Probably because it’s hard to believe that we’re fixing to put the teens behind us and head…

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in Birmingham

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘Ham Not a creature was stirring, not even the Ram. The stocking was hung on Regions with care In hopes that St. NickRocks soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of boiled peanuts danced in their heads. And…

Cuba and the Redneck

(I haven’t been posting here as much as I’d like because I’ve been working on a few other projects. Maybe you’ve seen this piece I did for It’s a Southern Thing on bean pie and how I learned there’s more to it than meets the eye … or mouth, as the case may be. Or…

We hold these truths …

Sometimes what I want to write and what I actually write wind up being two different things entirely. Today is one of those times. I wanted to write about the 4th of July because it’s my favorite holiday (as I’ve talked about before). I’d paint a picture of barbecue smoke hanging heavy in the humid…

Bonjour, Gizzard Salad!

Candied gizzard salad. I went all the way to France and ate candied gizzard salad. It’s called salade de gésier in French, which sounds so very elegant … more elegant than candied gizzard salad. Everything sounds more elegant when you say it in French. Oui? The minute I saw it on the menu at Les…

Alabama, Alabama, We will aye be true to thee …

Alabama is hard, y’all. It just is. It’s hard to be from here. It can be hard to live here. And sometimes — ok, a lot of the time — it’s hard to defend her. These last few weeks have been especially trying for those of us who were born and bred here, who love…

The Poke Salat Festival

I have been to the Poke Salat Festival. Seriously. Tragedy (that’s what I call my husband because of his resting sad face compared to my perpetual mule-eating-briars Comedy grin) and I drove for more than an hour from Birmingham to Arab, Ala., just to go to the Poke Salat Festival. How could we not? Now…