Facebook Friday
I’ve noticed that a couple of my blogging buddies do this Facebook Friday post where they re-cap what happened on their Book O’ Face pages this week, and I decided ...
My Own Independence Day
The July sun was relentless. The air was heavy with humidity. My body was covered in sweat. I needed to be renewed, revived, replenished. I needed a Styrofoam cup of ...
Drive In and Jump Off
Saturday had arrived, and I dropped my daughter off at my mother’s house for the day. She’s almost 7 and really enjoys hanging out with my mom. She was pumped because she ...
Southern Writer’s Magazine Winning Short Story
Hola, amigos. (That’s the only Spanish I know, but it sounds impressive, doesn’t it?) I’m thrilled to have placed in the Southern Writer’s Magazine Short Story Contest for the second ...
I Must Write
I’m sitting in the living room recliner with a sick two year old boy in my lap as he blows phlegmy,warm breath in my face. I can hear my husband on ...
Valentine’s Gifts Make A Restless Pillow
Damn Valentine’s candy. Chocolate and sugar and caffeine flowed through my veins and wreaked havoc on my mind and my body as I tossed and turned for hours on Valentine’s night. I ...
When I Was Eleven
When I was eleven, I had a whiny, southern twang that was much more annoying than the whiny, southern twang that I am blessed with today. When I was eleven, ...
Discovered in the DG
Last month (and last year), I said that I was going to start blogging more often because Stephen King told me that’s what I needed to do. Sorry that I ...
I Hate Rap. And Wrap.
I can’t wrap a present for shart. Until I was 24 and married, my mother had always wrapped gifts for me. Always. And my mother can wrap the heck out ...
Bowling Balls and Beer
Did you hear a faint shrieking sound and feel a slight rumble beneath your feet on Wednesday, December 5th, 2012, at around 8:30 pm Central Standard time? You did? Well, that ...