It’s a (faux) Martha Stewart kind of Christmas

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / December 14, 2015 /

Baking is a big deal for me at Christmas, but this year, I’ve yet to even pull out my rolling pins. So when young teen-boy had to be at the church youth party in 15 minutes, and oh . . . “by the way, I need to bring a dessert . . .”   I…

I Wish for Gayfers

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / December 11, 2015 /

When the mistletoe’s hung and the smell of silver spray paint floats through the air, that’s when I miss Gayfers Department Store the most.   I could stop right here and not bother to say another word because most of you just fell off your chairs with screams of, “Me too!” Just mentioning Gayfers launches…

Criminal Minds

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / December 10, 2015 /

In the last six weeks, I’ve been in two stores at the precise moment they were robbed. Not the old fashioned, “stick ‘em up” kind of robbery with nose covering bandanas, but the more modern version of a “grab and dash” operation. Both incidents took place in large department stores, one in Spanish Fort and…

Homegrown Bananas

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / December 4, 2015 /

I first noticed them this past summer, around June, just hanging around up in the banana tree about 8-9 feet off the ground. Baby bananas! Even though banana trees are common in this area, most people use them as a decorative, tropical addition to their yard because it’s rare for them to actually produce fruit.…

An exciting salute to Fairhope Veterans

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / November 11, 2015 /

Alabama’s oldest Boy Scout Troop, 47-led off the Fairhope Veteran’s Day Parade in grand style. The parade was held this past Saturday and today will be the grand display of our, “Symbols of Sacrifice: Poppies for Veterans.”   A friend took this wonderful photo of the 3,400 handmade poppies after they were “planted” yesterday morning,…

Granddaddy ain’t no haint

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / November 9, 2015 /

The book was first published in 1969, but it didn’t become widely known until several years later. I remember my Daddy sitting with his Daddy and brothers beneath the pecan trees, passing it around, each reading for a few minutes, then with exasperated looks, shaking their heads and passing it on to the next person…

Haunted Baldwin County Alabama

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / November 2, 2015 /

Hey, look! I have another talented friend who wrote a book . . . I have the coolest friends!   You may remember meeting Harriet Outlaw in my story about her wonderful house, Benulee. As if she weren’t fascinating enough with everything else she does, Harriet has now filled a book with her knowledge of…

Humidity doomed snack

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / October 29, 2015 /

If anyone lives South of Montgomery Alabama and can make this recipe work, I’ll give you a full beauty pageant curtsey and a rousing round of applause. It’s late October, and temperatures here in Fairhope keep bopping around in the 80’s with humidity completely ruining my football season hair-do. It’s supposed to be time for…

Your will be done . . .

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / October 19, 2015 /

I’m still recovering from a super busy week, so while I get organized again, here’s a story for you about how I’m NOT a control freak (wink-wink).  Hope you have a happy Monday!   For the past 19 years, I’ve prayed for one young lady in particular, then 16 years ago, I started praying for…

It’s just a matter of time

By Leslie Anne Tarabella / October 12, 2015 /

  Houses reflect the people within, so it makes sense they are in a constant state of growth and change – whether we like it or not.   In our first house, my husband and I crawled around and installed safety plugs in all the electrical outlets. We wired the house for monitors and bought…