Don’t beat a dead horse

Daisy Ann. That was the name of my horse. She was a bay — reddish-brown with shiny black feet, mane, and tail. She was giant. Baw* let me name her. We'd ride Daisy Ann through the woods, and Baw would pull off a branch of huckleberries for me to eat while we rode. On we'd … Continue reading Don’t beat a dead horse

You’ve got to dance with who brung you

Southerners love to cut a rug — that means to “dance” so much you wear holes in the rug. From buck dancing to the Virginia reel, square dancing to waltzing, if there’s music playing, toes will be tapping. So let’s take a look at idioms inspired by dance. He who pays the piper calls the … Continue reading You’ve got to dance with who brung you