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Crazy is as crazy lives...

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In my life, I’ve done some crazy things, things that defy reason and in retrospect lead even me to say, “What was I thinking?”

There was that Sunday morning drive I once took with legendary race car driver Dale Earnhardt. I thought we were going for a simple spin around Daytona International Speedway, just to see how the steep embankment felt. But the mischievous Earnhardt had other ideas.

We climbed into the pace car and he took off like he was on the final lap of the Daytona 500, trying to pass Jeff Gordon for the win. Earnhardt was never one for holding back. Read More»

The calling of a screen door . . .

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There is something about the banging of a screen door – soft, sweet and low – that warms the innards of my being.

Perhaps it is that it takes me back through a journey of memories to a time when everyone I loved was still alive. That is, I suppose, the greatest loss of innocence for me, though there have been many. For I failed to realize then that so many folks I cherished would all too soon become mere memories decorated by names etched in stone. Mortality was something I simply did not understand nor cared to comprehend. Read More»

Judy, the sad girl

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The other day I took a shortcut down a back road, the likes of which I had not seen since I was a child in petticoats and Mary Janes and rode the big, yellow schoolbus.

The road was dirt and gravel back then, twisting sharply from corner to corner as it wound itself around mostly pastures and creeks. There were, perhaps, three houses on the road, one of which was a white clapboard farm house with a front porch, steep steps and a postage stamp-sized front yard. Read More»

Fried okra and corn syrup

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A while back, I was on book tour when my publicist called to say I had been asked to cook on a television show.

“They just want you to come on and share three of your recipes,” she explained. “One, you will prepare on the air and the others you’ll just show and talk about.”

Later, we discovered that the show wanted three fully prepared dishes “for show and tell” and we were to have all the ingredients on hand for the one I would demonstrate. Read More»

Rediscovery of Mama

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It is my strong and abiding philosophy that good springs forth from the midst of whatever bad happens to us. In the recent days that now trail behind me as time spent sweetly, I have luxuriated in the good that came from the water line break that practically demolished my childhood home.

It was shocking to see the devastating damage and all the material possessions lost, many of no value monetarily yet invaluable to my heart. Read More»

Strength of Southern women

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The text that my sister sent was simple yet so powerful: “He is gone to be with God.”

For 36 hours, we had expected the inevitable but it is also inevitable that tears will come in times like that.

Richard, whom I had known since childhood, and who was much beloved by our family had succumbed to the curse of his bloodline – a heart disorder that has methodically, relentlessly claimed members of his family. His 36-year-old niece had died from it just a few weeks earlier. Read More»

Coming out even in the end

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There was a man I knew once, who lived for a good time. Work, he believed and ardently practiced, was only good for providing a means to an end, the end result being that of his vigorous pursuit of wine, women and song.

Of course, in the case of any decent, self-respecting, old-fashioned Southern redneck, for him it was beer, not wine, but as any Puritan will tell you: The devil’s brew is the devil’s brew, no matter what it’s called. Read More»

Things I learned from Lee

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The other day I ran into General Robert E. Lee, along with his wife, and his arch nemesis, General Ulysses S. Grant.

I had just finished a speaking engagement at the TRR Cobb House in Athens, Ga. (Mr. Cobb, among many accomplishments, co-founded the University of Georgia Law School. He died at Fredericksburg defending the Confederate Constitution which he had authored). Read More»

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»

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