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The Arbor
I have an arbor. I flat love it. Husband hates it – bugs, mess, blah blah blah. I don’t care. This year’s crop I have an arbor because Granny had an arbor. I flat loved it. It was covered with...
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Come play in the deep end
“Do you remember being the only little White girl who would swim in the public pool?” Three times in as many months I have been asked this question by as many hometown African American lady friends....
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Have you got game?
“Taste this and guess what it is!” Aunt Lois* says to me one Thanksgiving morning while jabbing at me with a carving fork, a piece of grayish meat dangling from the tines. “Go on; taste it!” Now I...
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Oh, fudge!
My Granny was not a good cook. There, I’ve said it. She just wasn’t. Granny had many talents, but they were all put into practice far, far away from the kitchen. Unless you count arranging flowers on...
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Southern Living makes me sad
Because of Southern Living I contemplate the purchase of Christmas topiary. Because of Southern Living I recognize beachy pastels as possible holiday colors. Because of Southern Living I find my self...
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Putting my face on
I need to put my face on. That’s what Granny called putting on her makeup — putting her face on. When I was little and we lived with Granny and Baw, I would lie on her bed and watch her while she stood...
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Today I wore red
Today I wore red. I don’t normally wear a lot of color. In fact, I usually wear black. I wear black so much that from time to time people ask me if I am in mourning. I’m not. I’m actually quite happy....
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It’s that time of year – the time for gingerbread
I love me some gingerbread − especially Granny’s gingerbread. In my latest guest post for Bourbon & Boots, read more about it and get the recipe she used from her high school Home Economics...
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Things I am thankful for – OR – My life is better than your life so nanny...
November had become the month to tell the world all the things one is thankful for. A singular day of thanksgiving is no longer enough. Now we have Thirty Days of Thanks, which takes over Facebook,...
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When life gives you phlegm, make phlegmonade!
The cold and flu season is upon us — at least it’s upon me in all it’s snotty, wheezing, hacking glory. As I snuffle about trying to think of something, anything to make me feel better, I can’t help...
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I love to tell the story
Storytelling runs in my family. We sit around and tell the same tales over and over and over. Somehow they never get old. Extra emphasis, a rolled eye, a dramatic pause entertains. A little extra...
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Murdering killers who might also be witches
When you live out in the country, isolated from neighbors, you take extra measures to keep your family and property safe. My grandfather (“Baw” to me) was very vigilant. There was a gun behind every...
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The pearl handle pocket knife
The pearl handle pocket knife. Once Christmas long ago Granny gave Baw a pearl handle pocket knife. A gentleman’s knife, it was a fine little thing, a knife you could take to church. No, it’s wasn’t...
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All the rage in Natchez
Did you ever wonder how an idiom comes into being? I’m fixing to tell you. I’ve always said […]
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