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 …
Lesson Learned
My childhood could have been a book all on its own. It wasn't a tragic story by any means, more like a comedy with a few sad stories. I don't know if many of you know but I probably should be retired by now. I began working at approximately the tender age of five. I …
Getting Back to Writing
Whew...it's been a rough few years with the pandemic! I haven't had much time to dedicate to my craft but I am committing today to change that. My mama told me just the other day that I needed to finish my book. I have no excuse, really, I don't. But you know what stops me …
Being Comfortable in Your Own Skin
I hear so many women self-deprecating, who are simply in a love-hate battle with themselves. I sometimes find myself in this battle. There are days when I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, pinching fat rolls and crying because I hate the sight of them. Or, staring into the mirror at the fine lines on …
Messpot Diaries 