Thoughts of Home

It’s that four-letter word: home. Home is where the air smells right and the trees look right and the earth feels right under your feet.

Home is where your heart goes when you close your eyes.

Ants, Gnats, and Other Georgia Wildlife

“They swarm all over you, and then, on signal, they all bite at once. Then the only thing you can do is take all your clothes off.”

Learning the Lingo

Sometimes it’s a struggle to communicate with you button-mashin’, sack-totin’, co-cola-drinkin’ Southerners. I’m just sayin’!

How Did I Get Here?

“I wasn’t born in the South, but I got here as quick as I could.” (Now read it again out loud with a smile and a flutter of the eyelashes.)

Don’t you think that sounds friendlier than “I came from the same state as Grant and Sherman -- deal with it.”?