Southern Diary
One elevator, two stalkers, three minutes, and four quarters
When opportunity presents itself, NEVER walk away. When I question myself, I remind myself when quarters changed my life.
Once Upon a Bad Boy
There’s a bad boy is every woman’s history. Who’s yours?
Load ‘Em Up and Move ‘Em Out
Moving is a booger, and that’s putting it mildly. I’ve left four homes in my life, and I’m proud that I kept some of my promises to my memories. I’m home for good, and mama’s table is too.
Done My Work, Time to Rest
It started with my grandmother Mattie. I never knew her, but I have been walking in her footsteps for decades.
Learning to Listen to Me
Why is it so hard to listen to your gut? To follow where your mind and heart lead? Could it be because they are usually right? Learning to listen to me in Southern Diary.
Coming in at 64 Like a Hot Mess
I’m 64. Who would have thunk? I must embrace it for there’s no where to go but up.
Two To Go Till Home
It has taken over a year to get to this place. Finally, the home build is complete (with the exception of some punch list stuff) and we’re heading home.
Eight Months and a CO
It’s been eight months since we broke ground. Today, Len walked through the home for the first time with Saving Time Design. A rare moment when Len is speechless.
My Old Pals
A writing journey is more than sitting down to a computer and hoping the words come. It’s about marketing. Ugh. So we go. Our first event for North Georgia Moonshine was The Old Pal in Athens.
People Like Me
For people like me who never want to forget where we came from, this blog home was born to help us remember. To document, photograph, and preserve lives from the past.
21 Days Until Home
Only 20 days until we’re home. Let’s go home.
First, The Trash
Finishing a deadline is glorious. A writer’s life is not. It’s solitary and random. Like now.
This Is What A Dream Looks Like
When a lifetime dream lands right in your hands. My first book. It was a wild ride and a labor of love.
A Proud Southerner on Day 365
It’s not “Look at me,” but rather “Look how far I’ve come.” An end of the year reflection.
The Last Year of a Long Decade
Another birthday. Another reflection. Always a good thing.
Climb On, Bob
Do you climb and climb and never get anywhere? You’re not alone.
Learn to Spit
The time has come when I must learn to spit . . plus other really gross things!
10 Commandments and a Tub
What do a bathtub and a mountain in North Carolina have in common? Everything.
Done My Work
Writing appears to be a family thing. My connection to the words in Southern Diary
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[Cutting] The Tie That Binds
I have loved you since the mid-1980s when I saw you drive across the big screen with Paul Reiser and some actress in some movie. The Saab that stole my heart.