Though I’m not clear on the relevance of Mojo to The Doors’ Mr. Mojo Risin’, I am clear on what the subject of Mojo can do.As many of you may have read in a previous post, I married a man from New York—yes, quite an issue for a Southern girl.Once engaged, he remarked once about […]
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While walking my two wonderful kids—one an eight-pound chocolate poodle, the other a ninety-pound Labrador—this morning I was struck by how much I appreciate living in the South.A little girl ran out from her house, “May I please pet your dogs?”While passing another house, when I didn’t see a lady working in her yard, she […]
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Ahh… the pitter-patter of little feet.In the South, we eat squirrels. Squirrel jambalaya… squirrel stew… barbequed squirrel… almost as many varieties as Bubba and Forrest Gump’s shrimp recipes.But we don’t shoot those in our yard. They live a worry-free life compared to those in the woods. They’re beautiful little things (as long as you don’t […]
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