THE DIXIE DIVA: Southerners have a history of refusing to back down
My husband comes from a family of gentility and civility – neither of which have ever been ascribed to my Appalachian kinfolk.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Nicknames are a show of affection
For some reason, Southerners, more than any other region, love nicknames. It’s really a show of affection when we care enough to bestow a nickname rather than call a person by his Christian name.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Home-going to heaven was always on her mind
For at least 20 years, maybe 25, Mama planned her home-going to heaven. Not a week – and sometimes not a day – went by when she did not use her impending date with mortality in some way.
THE DIXIE DIVA: A friend of mine died at 94 and even he was not ready to go
It makes me reflective, even sad, to think of the periods of time I wished would hurry by and leave just a memory if it needed to leave anything behind at all.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Looking ahead first requires looking back
When the New Year arrives every year, I, like most, look forward to the next 12 months filled with promise, opportunity, and a chance to reform from bad habits.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Basking in the glow of Christmas
My love for Christmas trees continues. We have one in the bay window of the kitchen, one in the foyer at the bottom of the staircase, and one in our bedroom.
THE DIXIE DIVA: I admit I love to go barefoot
I have a story to tell and it requires that I own up to the fact that when I’m home, I’m barefoot in summertime and socks only in winter.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Things can be replaced, but not what those things represent
We stood in the charred remains of a life that once was – my sister and I – and said not a word. What was there to say?
THE DIXIE DIVA: Don Light taught of you keep going, you will get the yes you are looking for
While Don Light leaves behind an admirable reputation, he leaves a legacy to those of us touched by his wisdom.
THE DIXIE DIVA: I still shake my head in wonderment and marvel at the amazement of Gods plan
Inexplicably, destiny finds him. It threw itself into his path, tackled him, and when he stopped wrestling against the mighty force, saw he was staring right smack into the eye of what God had destined for him all along.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Great traditions are not planned, they are born
It started accidentally. Some good ideas and memorable moments are like that. They aren’t planned. They’re born, bringing with them an ability to nudge a way naturally into our lives and become a tradition.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Nothing moves as fast as a rumor
A planned memorial service for a guy gets plenty memorable.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Volunteering for VBS can be a learning experience
In the kitchen and dining room, we saw women who unselfishly put aside their own work and prepared food all day for 200 children.
THE DIXIE DIVA: Poverty gives you a place to go -- up
My people, as I have long said, were raised up on hard times in the Appalachian foothills. I don’t know that I had a grandparent who ever saw the sum of $500 at one time or even held a hundred dollar bill in hand
THE DIXIE DIVA: Memories bind us together later in life
Southerners are always buoyed by a sense of place and the stories that unfold there. For us – the pretty redhead girl and me – it was summer Sunday afternoons.