The Humor, the Hard, and the Holy…God is in it all
Hey friend, I hope this finds you doing well. It's a lovely Saturday night here and I've got a story for you. It begins with this first pic. I told it on social earlier, and then I decided that I really wanted to tell you, too. I had a blast with the women of Swartz Baptist Church last night. It was my first meeting of the 2023
COVER REVEAL!
It hit me like a ton of bricks! I revealed the cover of the new book on social media a full month ago now-- and I didn't share it with y'all. That's a HUGE fail on my side of the screen. I owe this community an apology. Forgive me. Please. Many of you have been with me for decades now and many of you have
Breathe, it’s highly recommended :)
Happy Monday, y'all! I wanted to take time for a quick visit. Hopefully, if I've caught you at a bad time, you can just leave me in your inbox and circle back. :) It'll wait, as they say. Life is full steam ahead here. How about a short recap? Last week my oldest sister and her family moved back to our hometown from Arkansas. She and
Jessica Honegger Visits ATS
Welcome back to All Things Southern y’all. School bells are ringing in these parts. I imagine they are in your corner of the world, too. Which means, of course, that the lazy days of summer have come and gone. Not that there were that many of them, but it’s all good. There’s always something to celebrate. Like Fall’s Spice Tea—I’m sipping on a cup now,
About this election? Breathe
How long has it been since you looked up? No, not from your smart phone, but that, too. When was the last time you tilted your sweet tired stressed head back and looked straight up into the endless expanse of the sky above us? If you can go outside and do that now, please do. I'll wait. If you’re driving, or you couldn't do it right
On Nerds and Overgrown Toddlers (or Death Do We Part)
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Exhale and breathe in 2015 with Jesus
Exhale, ye merry gentlemen and gentlewomen, by the time you read these words of mine the lovely chaos of Christmas will have come and gone. None of us can know what the next day will bring, but if the established order of Christmases past prevails, I can project a few things with a degree of certainty. There’s a solid good chance my man will be
Of Fruitcakes and Dog Whistles
Hello folks, let’s chat… I should probably leave well enough alone. But, really, what fun would that be? So, here’s the latest brouhaha from All Things Southern land. I recently tweeted what I thought was an innocent holiday funny. I simply said, “Someone, somewhere is dusting off a fruitcake and preparing to send it around in the Christmas version of a chain letter. Just say