You know those times when all the laundry is done, the house sparkles, all the junk is tucked away, candles are lit, children are nestled all snug in their beds and you sit down for a glass of wine and a nice book as the moonlight casts a shadow through your crystal clear window? No? Me neither, sister! This lovely…
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The Year of Wisdom
I don’t usually have writer’s block, but I’m finding I do have writer’s ADD, also known as Fear of Sitting Still and Writing. Back Porch Bliss has been in the making for two years and it’s been consistently back-burnered because, well, life. It has called to me, waiting patiently as I scurry about. I’ve jotted down my ideas and rumblings,…
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How Southern Grandmas Say OMG
Words cannot express how much I love and miss my grandmothers. They were raised in opposite worlds and their lives couldn’t have been more different, but they both loved their families beyond what we deserved. Each was graceful and strong in ways that were uniquely her own. They were also both southern, which is pretty much the same thing. It…
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How to Make this Shrimp Bread Appetizer
Shrimp + Bread + Cheese! Need I say more? My cousin and her hubby shared this loaf of deliciousness with us at the beach one year and it was an instant favorite. You can add a salad, and make a meal of it. Or you can slice it and serve it as an appetizer. The best part? You can make…
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Fried Green Tomatoes with Goat Cheese & Herbs
I can’t think of anything more southern (or more de-lish) than fried green homegrown tomatoes. I think someone must have invented them because they just couldn’t wait for the ‘maters to turn red! Add fresh herbs and crumbled goat cheese and I could seriously eat these every. single. meal. Start by slicing the tomatoes in half-inch thick slices. Spread them…
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Living Our Good Old Days
I remember my grandmother sitting in her worn blue chair, her eyes sparkling and looking into the distance, calling up memories of when she was a girl and would lay down between the rows of cotton and nap in the warm sun, instead of picking it like she was supposed to be doing. She told us how my grandaddy drove around…
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