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Rodney tries to help

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My brother-in-law, Rodney, called me up one day. He’s one of my favorite people and even when I should get mad at him, I never can. He’s so charming and funny.

“I found you a good one to go out with,” he began.

“I’m not looking,” I replied.

“Well, I know that but still this would be a good match for you, I think.”

“Who is it?” I asked with a great deal of wariness in my voice. Read More»

When a woman leaves

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When word filtered out that she was gone, just packed up and disappeared like a vapor in the broad, bright light of day, I found no surprise in it.

There was a substantial part of me that had expected it all along.

A woman who is restless with her serving of life is dangerous in a way that a man who is bored with a woman is dangerous. Sooner or later, both will find a path to escape. You can’t stay where you don’t feel at home. Read More»

The Great Depression

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Jerry and I were talking the other day. We’ve known each other since the day I was born, he having entered this earth the day before I did. It was there in the hospital nursery we first met and the friendship has endured through the years.

His dad, a man of the old school who believed in helping a neighbor whenever there was a need, had sat with Daddy in the waiting room of the hospital as Mama labored with me. Read More»

The smells of home

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In accordance to our weekly routine, we gather at my sister’s house every Sunday for dinner following church. Normally she, who does most of the work, chooses the menu but the tradition is that each one of us gets to choose lunch for our birthday. Read More»

Marriage and my good life

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A while back, after a speaking engagement, I was signing books when a woman, somewhere in her forties, I suppose, came through the line. We exchanged courtesies then I handed her books back to her. But she didn’t walk away, despite the long line of folks waiting behind her. She looked at me expectantly then leaned a little closer. Read More»

A new New Year's Resolution

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Let’s agree: This will be a new year unlike any other in recent time. Let’s each make a vow to do something bold, unexpected and something that will make a fresh imprint on the path of our lives.

Something that will surprise even those who know us best and love us most.

Oh, we all make minor tweaks to our lives each time one chapter — the old year — closes and the new chapter begins. We eat better or less, exercise more, go to church or tighten our budgets. Sometimes, we adhere to these tweaks for a few days or weeks but, occasionally, we stick to them throughout the year. Read More»

The perfect Xmas Day

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If the experts are to be believed, then Christmas seldom lives up to our high expectations and that’s why so many are stricken with depression and gloom during the holidays. It’s a let-down after a big build-up. Read More»

Trying to find some kindness

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Larry, an aspiring writer, wrote me the other day and asked if I would read a synopsis of a book he is working to complete. Like me, he writes of Southern people, especially those who rise up from the crooks and hollows of the mountains.

Though it troubled me to do so, I had to respond that I don’t read the unpublished work of other writers. There are two important reasons for that. First, I fear that I could swallow something sub-consciously and then regurgitate it as my own words. Now, I’d never do that intentionally. I’m boringly ethical. But it could happen by mistake. Read More»

Losing out to an ugly woman

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Perhaps it isn’t a great mystery of life but it’s certainly one of life’s more intriguing questions. At least for us women, that is.

Think about this: Is it easier on your self-esteem to lose a guy to an ugly woman or a beautiful one? Having lost guys in every way possible, I should be able to answer this. After all, I have lost out to beautiful women and once I was jilted in favor of a girl so ugly that even my own father mocked me. Read More»

Miss Virgie says

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When Miss Virgie, my beloved mentor on all things Southern proper, came to visit with her husband, Bill, she lovingly lectured me whenever I fell short.

“Oh my goodness, what a cook you are,” she said, smiling approvingly as I set a platter of country fried steak on the table, then pulled a pan of homemade biscuits from the oven. “Those are the prettiest biscuits I ever saw.”

That’s a strong compliment coming from a woman raised in Pascagoula, Miss., and schooled in the finer art of cooking in Paris, France. Read More»

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