When a Southern Girl
Re-Belles

I don’t consider myself to be high maintenance, but after a week of dealing with the obstacles that Snowmaggedon 2021 dished out, I’m reconsidering that statement. Not only did this…

This past weekend, we diligently prepared for the snow storm that was headed our way. We bought food, water, supplies, and firewood. We went to my mom’s to pick up…

I’m in the process of “purging” extra stuff from my house. I’m focused. On a mission. I’m trying to put my emotions aside. Trying to do as the bestselling author,…

Since the last blog post, my life has been filled with a bunch of stuff, as well as stuffing that has come unstuffed… We have been keeping our son’s dog…

At one time or another, I know we have all felt this way:                 I mentioned in last week’s blog that I’ve not…

I’m tired. Plain and simple. No hyperbole or theatrics. I’m just plain ol’ sleep-deprived-dog-tired. If I had to describe how I’m feeling at this moment in a hundred words or…

When I taught freshman English many years ago, I remember reviewing the concept of abstract nouns—words that exist in thought or as an idea but don’t have a physical or…

Welcome to the United States of Anxiety! I would love to say that I coined that phrase, but alas, credit for the clever title goes to one of my favorite…

Well, that was a little CrAzY! But, hey! We survived 2020! And to use a tired and trite phrase, (and the title of a Kelly Clarkson song), “What doesn’t kill…

I heard the sad news last week that Charley Pride, one of my all-time favorite singers, passed away. Not only did he have a voice like no other, but he…

I wish I were one of those people who walked through life gracefully, but I’m not. The fact that I am aware of this should be helpful in my attempt…

I like to believe I’m a free-spirit in some ways, but when it comes to certain things, I’m a purist, plain and simple: not wearing white after Labor Day or…

Last week’s blog was about grief. I recalled my journey through it and the lessons I’ve learned from the loss of my father twenty-eight years ago. In my conclusion, I…

“But when October comes and goes and in no time at all, I’ll begin to feel the chill of an early fall…” (from the song by George Strait) I love…

As I write this, it’s the last day of the ninth month of the year. The song “Wake Me Up When September Ends” by Green Day keeps playing in my…

I have to admit, writing this blog during the Pandemic was much easier. I had endless time to brainstorm topics and ideas and then more time to actually sit down…

After I graduated from Texas A&M in December of 1985, I ventured off to Washington, D.C. to try to find a job on Capitol Hill. My parents weren’t too thrilled…

I love the word fortnight. It sounds so much classier, and fancier than saying “two weeks.” I’m just sorry the game, Fortnite, has besmirched such an elegant turn of phrase.…

Some of my favorite memories are of the days I spent at Camp Huawni. The time spent there represents the most carefree experiences of my life—non-stop activities from sun-up to…

When I was in second grade, my dream was to go to Hollywood and become an actress with my best friend, Mary Elizabeth Pierce. We had it all figured out.…

It’s remarkable how memories about a person or place can remind you of something completely unrelated. Every four years, when the Olympics roll around, I always think of Lovis Owens,…

As I was quietly sitting in my chair early this morning, sipping coffee, and organizing my thoughts for this blog, something happened. My intention was to write about my favorite…

If you keep up with my blog, you probably recognize that the titles I use are generally a list of things that seem to have nothing in common. I’m not…

CLICK HERE to LISTEN to my PODCAST I’ve had the title of this blog running around in my head for quite some time. I just couldn’t figure out exactly what…

A letter to my grandson, July 14, 2020 CLICK here to LISTEN to my PODCAST   My dearest Cooper, As I write this, my heart is filled with unsurpassed joy,…

“Beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s what’s in the middle that counts.  So when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up.…

“I’m saying this is the South. We’re proud of our crazy people. We don’t hide them up in the attic. We bring ’em right down to the living room and…

 “I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets,…

When I was twelve years old, Olivia Newton-John released a new album called, “Clearly Love.” I have always been a huge fan of Olivia–I actually saw her in concert at…

In the fall of 1990, we buried my grandmother. Grandma Smith lived in a small community outside of Hallettsville. Her service was held at the funeral home in town, but…

“Well behaved women rarely make history.” ~Laurel Ulrich   When I was well into my forties, I was visiting with my mom one afternoon and somehow the conversation evolved into…

I am starting something new with my blog. Several years ago, I began writing my memoir, Becoming a Chevelle. After sending several chapters to an editor, I was told that…

It seems my grandson Cooper has found his voice. The pediatrician warned them this was coming, but I’m not sure his parents were ready. Cooper seemed to be in a…

Throughout our lives, we dream of special moments: Graduation, College, First Job, Wedding, Becoming a Parent–and then experiencing all those things again with your children. Rarely does life ever goes…

I hate to say this, but we live in an angry world. People are overwhelmed, frustrated, disappointed, disillusioned, mistreated, misinformed, and apathetic. It’s hard to say how we got to…

For me, there are certain things that are a part of my Southern heritage. Things that I do without even thinking: 1. Saying “y’all” 2. Adding “bless your heart” to…

Have you ever thought about the concept that everything is relative? How meaning is applied to people, things, and events based on differing vantage points and concepts? It goes without…

I’ve been waiting for this day for over a year and now it’s here! And there’s so much I need to say! I will be giving more information out on…

It’s around 5:30 Thanksgiving morning, and I have a lot to do to prepare for the day. Our celebration will be a little disjointed, as my adult boys now have…

Dear Dad, Hey! How’s it going? I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked. Twenty-seven years to be exact. There’s so much to tell you, I’m not sure where…

I love the word serendipity. I think it’s one of my favorite words. I love its meaning, but even more so, I love the way the word sounds; the way…

My life, just like this title, is all over the place right now. Another school year is coming to an end, my youngest son is getting married next week, and…

(A Cheerleader Looks at 50) “Every time I say ‘sure’ when I mean ‘no,’ every time I smile brightly when I’m exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man’s…

Unpacking From the Motherhood Guilt Trip: An Addendum to my Mother of the Year Application They say it takes a village to raise a child but no one ever tells…

I grew up in the era of Watergate, when it became a household word, identifying a scandal, and not the hotel that was once a hot spot for both democrats…