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Beauty and the beast

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It is possible that I could say that I didn’t believe my eyes. The truth is, though, that when it comes to the bizarre, the absurd, the downright unnatural, my eyes pretty much believe whatever they see.

Such as the world has become. Read More»

The Scott Family Gospel

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My friend, Linda, is one of those kinds of friends that drift in and out of my life. The kind of friend that I see infrequently but when we gather together over lunch or dinner, it’s as though we’ve had coffee together every morning for the past six months. Our conversation isn’t constant but our friendship is. Read More»

New year & I: no sequel

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It sounded like a great idea at the time. Most of my ideas do. “Hair-brained scheme,” is what Mama sometimes called them.

Last year, I greeted the New Year with the proclamation that I wanted to make it a “year of me.” I groused over how life had taken control of me and that I did too many things that I didn’t want to. I declared that I would begin saying “no” to that which did not interest me instead of saying “yes” out of courtesy. I planned to be selfish not selfless, to maneuver life, not be manipulated by it. I declared that 2010 would be all about me. I was giddy with anticipation. Read More»

The most memorable Xmas gift

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His name was Ricky and though I remember the gift he gave me that Christmas 30 years ago, I don’t recall his last name. I wish I did.

Boy, was he cute. He had red hair, blue eyes that sat amidst a lake of freckles and a smile that few people ever saw though he shyly shared it with me on occasion.

I always saw him as I sauntered toward my fourth period home economics class that was directly across from his. He was a few years younger and was one of a handful of students in the Special Ed class. Read More»

Women who need help

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In a moment of not perfectly clear thinking, I agreed to sit on a panel composed of several women for a television show. The idea was that we so-called “experts” would answer questions posed by guys who wanted to know about the inside thinking of a woman.

“How can I know if a woman I have asked out, wants me to kiss her at the end of the date?” was one question.

An outspoken panelist, who jumped in to answer each question first and loudest, announced (and this is the gist, not the identical wording), “Oh, get real. If we agree to go out with you, we plan to kiss you.” Read More»

A coat to break the chat ice

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When a friend and I were planning a winter time trip to London, we were discussing, as women tend to, what clothes we were packing.

Women can never go on a trip or to a special event, without having other women approve their wardrobe, especially those who will be in attendance.

Just in case you didn’t know that. Read More»

A long line of know-it-alls

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I come from a long line of know-it-alls. Honestly, on both sides of my family, we can pretty much tell you anything you need to know for we know it all. Or so we believe.

Mama was Queen Know-It-All when she was alive. She was so good that you could count on her for any kind of medical or legal advice you needed – her doctoring book was always nearby – and if you were adventurous enough, she’d be happy to tell you how the IRS felt about this or that. Read More»

Blessed by the hard times . . .

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Daddy always believed that the good Lord should be thanked for the hard times as much as He was praised for the good times.

Every Thanksgiving meal, as well as our regular Sunday dinners, was blessed by the patriarch of our family with a prayer that included Daddy’s humble voice saying, “Lord, thank you for the trials and tribulations of this old life, knowing that those trying times draw us nearer to thy almighty hand.” Read More»

Memories of Suitcase Jake Elder

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When news came that one of the most memorable Southern characters had passed from this world, I found myself musing back on the color, interest, and myriad conflict he brought to the world around him.

He was not boring. Not ever. And that, my friend, is the boldest mark of a fabulous character, Southern or not. Read More»

Believing my own eyes (not)

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It’s getting to the point that I don’t believe my own eyes or trust what my ears hear. Sometimes it feels like I’m starring in the old movie, “Gas Light,” where the world is conspiring to make me think I’m crazy.

For the record, I know I’m crazy. It runs in the family. But it’s a good kind of crazy that is fun and interesting where we view the world in an off-kilter way. But I’m telling you: People are out to make me think I’m really crazy. The kind of crazy that isn’t good. Read More»

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