
Sweet Tea Moments of Heartfelt Hallelujahs
Revile Us Again and Again and Again I lost count of how many times I accepted Jesus as my savior. When I was a teenager,
Revile Us Again and Again and Again I lost count of how many times I accepted Jesus as my savior. When I was a teenager,
It was Wednesday morning it was always Wednesday morning…the hallowed hair day at Belks when Belk ended with an “s”. Momma and I sat waiting
If you want to laugh, be sure to read this story on Page 60 in my book, “Sweet Tea Secrets from the Deep-Fried South.” Southern
Oh my goodness, y’all! My time at Cracker Barrel was an absolute hoot! As a professional Southern humorist, I always have my radar up for
Miss Ada, she’s a true Southern belle and an absolute icon of Johns Island. She’s been steeped in the ways of the world, and let
I feel so wrong admitting this but you know what’s worse than finding a worm in your apple? Finding nothing in my childhood Easter egg
Are you feeling like you’re starting to resemble a wilted magnolia? Fear not, because I’m here to give you some hilarious tips on how to
My Mother, Grandmother McElveen, Miss Ada Rast, Tootsie and Me Making Biscuits, Jeanne Robertson My Momma-Wise and Wonderful Right before my wedding Momma said to
“Juh-a-ne? Is this Ja-ne Herlong?” asked the stranger when I answered the phone. “Yes,” I replied hesitantly. “Dar’lin, this is Eugenia Smith Edwards Holmes, and
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