Creative minds need creative outlets. I can't sing but I love listening to music and occasionally singing along, even if it sounds like a rabid goat caught in an electric fence. I often listen to music while I write because each song has an accompanying emotion that helps me channel the right emotion to put …
Good Friends
As an only child who grew up out in the country, I only had a handful of friends while growing up. We didn’t have any neighbors with kids my age. Our neighbor across the street had a granddaughter who would come visit every now and then but for the most part it was me and …
The Beauty in the Sky
Last evening I went down to the water and sat my chair in the sand. I pulled out my phone and my digital camera. I was torn between watching the clouds and evening sun dance in the sky or capture it with my cameras. I chose to do a little bit of both, putting the …
Haunted Houses & BBQ
Y’all….Y’ALL. I am at the beach for a week of R&R with the girls. The house we are staying in is right on the beach but it’s an older house in the middle of nowhere Florida. The house was probably one of the first ones to be built on this stretch of beach. It’s nothing …
Hellcat Women
My grandmother was one of ten children growing up in the early 1900's. (That makes me sound awful old but I'm just an old soul.) Her mother died when she was really young but before she died, she made their older brother, Whit, promise to keep the family together. He stayed single and helped his …
The Things I Used to Want
 It’s funny how much the passing of time can change the perception of what you want. When I was in college, working my full time job and also helping Mama with her catering business, I couldn’t wait to finish school. I’d been encouraged to go to college for as long as I could remember. …
Quit the Quitting
I was the weirdo kid who, in elementary school, decided that it would be ultra cool to carry my toy typewriter in a briefcase to school. I was determined that I was going to be a writer even if it was with a make believe typewriter. I loved the School House Rock specials because they …
Listening
I just have a question....does anyone else's inner voice talk nonstop? Mine is always talking, thinking, or worrying. I don't think there is a quiet moment in my mind unless I'm asleep, and let's be honest, my dreams are wild so that's not exactly quiet sleep. I'm a day dreamer...bad. I remember when I was …
Precious Memories
When I was a kid, I thought I had everything all figured out. I was going to be a famous author and probably end up with my own TV show because I loved to talk so much. I was always the dreaded family member sticking a video camera in your face asking questions. Yes, a …
Good Directions
Yesterday, I told you about my, albeit short, life of crime. Thankfully, I was steered in the right direction pretty early in life. Going the (literal) right direction sometimes was difficult in my family. I remember one time we were headed to LaGrange to see my aunts and really got off the beaten path. To …
Messpot Diaries 