Southern Diary
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.
Unconditional
How will you make each day count when your partner leaves? Missing Bear and remembering his lessons.
Climb On, Bob
Do you climb and climb and never get anywhere? You’re not alone.
Exercise the Tie That Binds
No matter the geography or time, some relationships stand the test of it all.
I’m Glad to be Your Mom
When anticipation takes over and the future is now.
Learn to Spit
The time has come when I must learn to spit . . plus other really gross things!
The Ugly Side
Unfortunately, there is an ugly side of travel. And it all starts with etiquette.
No Room in the Inn
In the end, there’s no room for what makes us sad or devalues our being. Time to clear the deck.
Calendar Moments
Do you have days circled on your calendar? Today is one of mine.
Today in Southern Diary.
Mama’s Story
An interview with mama, one of America’s Greatest Generation. Are you listening?
Open Your Eyes, Little One
Put the little moments in focus, and you’ll understand the bigger ones.
The Dreamer and the Dream
It’s an 11th grade dream that only took 40 years. I’m an author. I wrote a book. Miracles do come true. North Georgia Moonshine (The History Press)
Why We Head South During the Winter
Off-Season travel is always the best. We head south in January for some very good reasons.
10 Commandments and a Tub
What do a bathtub and a mountain in North Carolina have in common? Everything.
Love Letter to a Moonshiner
Yes, North Georgia Moonshine is about moonshine, about making it, hiding it, toting it, and bootlegging it. Thank you for sharing your world with me. Shine on.
Because Of You
May Day Update
We traveled to Italy in January for the purpose of finding tile or lighting for our house. And now, it’s May and we’re still waiting to see the tile on the walls and the lights hanging from the rafters.
A Letter Five Years, Eight Months Too Late
I found a letter today. It was from mama, and as sure as rain falls from the sky, so did the tears rise in my eyes.