Posts Tagged ‘southern’
May we always remember our shirts
I don’t enjoy the fussing and fighting of politics, but the pageantry and hoopla never fail to enthrall. The recent inauguration had me texting with friends in a frenzy of messages, approving some elements of the pomp and circumstance, and recoiling in horror at others. As star graduates of our childhood Sunday School classes, we…
Read MoreWhere are my pickle forks?
Allow me to reassure all mothers of young children that you aren’t going crazy. There isn’t a ghostly haint pilfering your silverware. The disappearing Oneida isn’t being sucked into a dark vortex for use at alien dinner parties. The vanishing utensil phenomenon is real, yet the cause is hard to believe. As a seasoned mother…
Read MoreElmo asks, “How’s your mama?”
Elmo, the red shag rug Muppet from Sesame Street, inadvertently set off a firestorm by asking an innocent question; “How is everybody doing?” The puppet’s social media account on “X” formerly known as Twitter, was inundated with hundreds of responses from people who admitted to feeling anxious, gloomy, and full of despair. Too bad Elmo…
Read Moresliced bread
The brown paper grocery bag held three loaves of bread — not even Sunbeam or Wonder Bread, just run-of-the-mill regular old sliced bread. It was my first experience with a death in the family, but I knew to smile, say “thank you,” and get the name of the bread bearer so a proper thank you…
Read MoreFrom Shelby to Ouiser in nothin’ flat
Before she had the Pepto Bismol Pink wedding in Steele Magnolias, no one was named Shelby. Shelby was a car, for crying out loud, but after we watched her story on the big screen, we wanted to be just like her and started naming our daughters after the perfect Southern girl. Our 1980s gang thought…
Read MoreSteel Magnolias Podcast
Continuing my podcast notes from yesterday (HERE), here’s the scoop on a great podcast. Listen while you bake Christmas cookies or drive your one horse open sleigh to parties. I don’t have a sister, but I truly think I could plop myself down at the kitchen table with Lainie and Laura Beth and feel like…
Read MoreBefore and after and here we go again
Before Hurricane Sally. After Hurricane Sally. I couldn’t have told you what the neighbor’s houses looked like before the storm. You can look at the house in the distance and see the blue tarps on their roof. Everyone in town can show you similar photos. It’s not just me. We’re all in the same boat…
Read MoreDon’t give me a bad hushpuppy
Go ahead and talk ugly about my hairdo, say my pearls are plastic, but whatever you do, don’t ever give me a hard-as-a-rock, pre-cooked and flash frozen hushpuppy. They’re easy to spot and wildly rampant these days, even in the best restaurants. Looking like little brown jawbreakers from the gumball machine, and tasting about as…
Read MoreNow is the time for all Southern ladies . . .
Now is the time for all good Southern ladies to come to the aid of their country. The stay-at-home slouch-fest is almost over, and we’ve got the needed skills to return America to proper civilized society. We were taught that during trials, we should, “slap on some lipstick, stand up straight, and for crying out…
Read MoreGood Gravy
It was difficult to understand him, but through our tried and true method of hand signals, pantomime, clicking sounds and eye blinks, I finally understood that my northern born husband was trying to tell me his New Jersey Great-Grandmother Donatoni made something she called gravy, but it was actually spaghetti sauce. Now, doesn’t that beat…
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