It looked like a scene from a horror movie where the townsfolk all flee from the monster; or maybe closing time at the amusement park when everyone heads for the exits.

Margaret RodeheaverNovember 24, 2017

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.

Margaret RodeheaverSeptember 18, 2017Home, 2017 Hurricanes, Grandma's house

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.”

Margaret RodeheaverAugust 23, 2017gnats, fireants, wildlife, Georgia wildlife, bugs

Learning the Lingo

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

Margaret RodeheaverAugust 8, 2017language, lingo, southern culture, ya'll, Margaret Rodeheaver

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.”?

Margaret RodeheaverJuly 17, 2017Georgia, South, Buckeye, Ohio, yankee, culture, Margaret Rodeheaver