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End of the Great Debate

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It’s been almost 30 years since Debbie and I, as school girls, began the great debate. Over the ensuing years, we have each stood firmly on what we believed to be true. There was no compromising, moving or being reasonable.

One night all those years ago when I was hanging out at her house, which I did a lot in those days, I commented, “Did you know that Solomon was black?” Read More»

Dixie Dew’s BIG news

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It’s me. Dixie Dew, again. Y’all who read this column regularly know that I am Ronda’s adorable and svelte (though she writes differently) dachshund.

This is the third time I’ve guest-written this column but since it’s Mother’s Day, I’m giving her the day off. This is my gift to Mama. She’s been working on a tight deadline for a new book so she’s earned a rest.

I have another reason, too. It’s probably a bit selfish but let’s face it – it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there so a dog’s gotta take care of herself. Read More»

Wait for the man to call first

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I have always believed — old fashioned though it may be — that when it comes to courtship, men should be the pursuers. The way that I see it is that a woman’s place is to wait on a man’s attentions, not throw herself in front of him, jump up and down, flail her arms and make sure he notices her.

Trust me on this — no good comes from this kind of bass-ackwards (as Mama would say) pursuit. Read More»

Don’t call me Granny

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When you’ve known someone since you were teenagers and have shared deep secrets ranging from boys to money to worries and wishes, you think you know them well and that there is nothing they can do or think that will surprise you.

That would not be the case with Karen, one of my two best friends.

I know a lot about her. I know how she looks without make-up with her strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Only those closest to her, gets to see her like that. Read More»

Daddy’s little book

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I never took my daddy for the sentimental kind. And in this assessment, I was not alone. He was a man’s man with a generous heart and compassionate spirit but sentiment seemed to have no place in his life.

I suppose it’s because his young life had been so hard, so downright sorrowful that he closed his heart and mind to looking back.

For that’s what we sentimental people do – we look back. We find the tender parts of the past that trails behind us and we hold them dear forever in our memory. We keep those times alive. Read More»

Missed chances in life

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Over lunch, Debbie and I were having a conversation about someone we knew in our youth and were wondering what had happened to him. This is what happens when lifelong friends gather – we trip back in time and memory and ponder what or who has come and gone. Read More»

Easter & Mama’s cake

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It started with Mama. All good stories and jokes in our family, including me, started with her.

Like many women, Southern ones particularly, she enjoyed reading recipes. When she died, I mined through hundreds of recipes torn from newspapers and magazines. I saved every one, organizing them, and even tried an incredibly good recipe for beef roast. Finally, after years of trying, I can make a delicious rump roast. Read More»

Pretty . . . or not

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In a conversation recently, a guy friend commented on seeing someone, saying, “She was in evening make-up.”

I’m still pondering that because I have never heard a guy – or woman for that matter – comment on “evening make-up.” That got me to thinking that I don’t have “evening make-up.” What you see at 9 a.m. with me is pretty much what you’re gonna get at 9 p.m.

Anyway, that gave me the opening to ask curiously, “When she has on evening make-up does she look better than she does normally?” I stopped for a beat. “Because she is one of the homeliest women I have ever seen.” Read More»

Ronda babysits

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If you ever hear that I have been babysitting, know this: It was an absolute act of desperation on the part of the mothers. It means there was no other option.

And it does occasionally happen.

As in the case of Nicole, who had a doctor’s appointment and called. “Are you up for a little babysitting? I won’t be gone long.”

“Gone long.” Key words here because that means “such an abbreviated time that even Ronda can handle it.” So, I agreed. Read More»

Stevie and the Hall of Fame

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The text from my friend, Stevie, popped up on my phone. “We made the Hall of Fame! Woo Hoo!!!”

I already knew. I had just read the news story announcing the next five inductees into the NASCAR Hall of Fame and knew that Stevie’s husband, Darrell Waltrip, was included. I had seen the photo from the moment of the announcement in Charlotte that showed Darrell with tears streaming down his face and Stevie laughing happily.

I replied to the text with my congratulations then re-read hers again, struck by one word: “We.” Read More»

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