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What kinds of messages did those conversation hearts have in 1866?

Even as a kid, I hated the chalky taste of those little conversation hearts. It was like eating Tums … or, you know, actual chalk. They come in a distant third behind two other contentious sweets: candy corn and Peeps. (Although with this dieting I’m doing right now, I could prolly chew through a box… Continue reading What kinds of messages did those conversation hearts have in 1866?

(ODD)yssey

This 1790 log cabin was saved. My heart is full

In our travels, Sweetums and I come across many historic structures on the verge of collapse. I hate to see it but I also realize the amount of money and community support required to maintain old homes and buildings. Smaller communities without historical societies or people to apply for grants have the most trouble preserving… Continue reading This 1790 log cabin was saved. My heart is full

Southern Thing Columns

Some columns just write themselves

The following is an excerpt from my book "Fairly Odd Mother: Musings of a Slightly Off Southern Mom." Anyone who reads this column knows my policy is, “I don’t judge.” It just wouldn’t be Southern. Sure, people sometimes read something into the tone of a column but I say, without judgment, “That’s their problem.” So when I… Continue reading Some columns just write themselves

Southern Thing Columns

Maybe Lady Doritos will leave pink dust on our fingers. We can only hope

Following is an excerpt from this week’s column on AL.com. The link at the bottom takes you to the full column. Lady Doritos! Squeeee! I hope they leave pink dust on my fingers. Kidding, y’all. I don’t need no stinkin’ lady Doritos. I can eat anyone under the table with good ol’ Man Doritos and… Continue reading Maybe Lady Doritos will leave pink dust on our fingers. We can only hope