Yes, I’m hugging a pig, but not just any old swine. This is a special pig we all love. I understand why Southerners have the reputation for being just a tad bit crazy. We aren’t insulted by the label because we recognize our bizarre ways and actually delight in some of the weirdness. Not only…
Read MoreI’ve had so much fun signing books and meeting readers, and here are several more events I’m attending. There will also be a few extra last-minute pop up signings, so be sure to follow me on Instagram or Facebook for updates. Thanks to Fairhope Mayor Sherry Sullivan for stopping by my book signing last week…
Read MoreWelcome to the new blog format. Do you like it? I’ll be happy as long as the comment section works, so give it a try and let’s test it! Also take a minute to poke around and click on a few things here and there to help proof read everything. A new blog while I’m…
Read MoreHulk Hogan caused quite a stir when he came to the Fairhope Piggly Wiggly today. That’s such a funny sentence, I think I’ll just let it hang there. And tomorrow? (Thursday Nov. 7th) I’ll be at The Pig. Hulk Hogan is a hard act to follow, but I’ll be with lots of others at the…
Read MoreIt’s been a whole week since the release of my new book, We Don’t Push in Fairhope, and I want to thank each one of you who was able to attend the launch party. What a fun night! My grandmother would say, “Come here and let me hug your neck!” If the long signing line…
Read MoreJust over 90 people showed up for my launch party for my new book, We Don’t Push in Fairhope. What a incredible feeling to be so loved by those who love their hometown. – Hey, that’s kind of what my book is about! People kept coming in the back door as I was speaking and…
Read MoreWith a terrible mess from Hurricane Helene in FL, GA, SC and NC, and the entire world seeming to spin out of control, I’ve been thinking about a previous newspaper column I wrote and thought it may be a good idea to revisit my backyard Ebenezer. Here’s an updated version. There’s a pile of rocks…
Read MoreHere’s a sappy love story, and it’s not even Valentine’s Day. My husband Bob and I were enjoying one of the best sandwiches we’d ever had at a little sidewalk café in Rome — freshly roasted and sliced Porchetta on homemade bread. Without warning, the sky darkened, and a deluge of rain drenched the city.…
Read MoreHere’s a sappy love story, and it’s not even Valentine’s Day. My husband Bob and I were enjoying one of the best sandwiches we’d ever had at a little sidewalk café in Rome — freshly roasted and sliced Porchetta on homemade bread. Without warning, the sky darkened, and a deluge of rain drenched the city.…
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