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Ken Ken the Baby Friend’s expression has a lot to do with Honey, the all-important stuffy she’s clutching by the throat. The stuffy who was temporarily lost before he was found and led everyone to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Honey won’t always be able to provide the security Kennedy will need. We know this. You do too. We all know she’ll face days that

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,

Day Sixteen December 18 If Mary had a prepared speech, she never gave it. The Spirit of God literally takes over the meeting and her older cousin breaks out in a celebration that confirms the news Mary has yet to spill. I’m reminded of the old commercial, “How do you spell relief?” Mary may have spelled it: “E-L-I-Z-A-B-E-T-H!” for the young traveler is suddenly energized! She responds with

My man and I find the current Lifelock commercials both clean and entertaining, which is an increasingly rare offering from what my Papaw Stone used to call the one-eyed monster. That was Papaw’s nickname for the television back when Miss Kitty was the poorest role model on the tube. If only, right? But, I figure that’s an obscure reference for a portion of my audience,

My daughter and her husband were trekking in and out of our house as they loaded up their vehicle for the day long trip back to their home in Houston. It’s always an emotional moment for your happy hostess, known as Keggie to my family and friends, and this day was no exception. Five-year-old Connor Maher, the second to last member of The Fabulous Five grands,

My oldest grandchild is very observant. I’ve learned to recognize his pensive look that means a question is coming that will be a lot deeper than, “Can I have a snack?” Such was the case as Grant and his little brother sat at my breakfast table on the last morning of their family’s Thanksgiving visit. Grant’s dark brown eyes were fixed on a piece of wall