As a woman, wife, mother, grandmother, and citizen who loves this country and this flag, I am concerned.
Well, he did it again. For the second year in a row, P Allen Smith welcomed Little Rock’s Trinitas Choir and friends to his beautiful Moss Mountain Farm. Together, we celebrated the Winter Solstice with a crackling bonfire, tours his impeccably kept home and grounds, and music that filled the evening air with warmth and reverence.
… they don’t make a desk big enough.
I’m having a blast planning this new bar business, Kerry Lou’s LLC, at Flag and Banner.
It probably won’t make much money, but I don’t believe it will lose any either. It’s more about having fun and business creativity. As my long-time friend and actress Joey Lauren Adams says about her new bar/restaurant in Hot Springs, Arkansas, “I want a sexy bar” and I think I do, too.
The passing of my father-in-law, Grady Lee McCoy, Jr. on July 3rd has brought with it a wave of emotions and a long list of decision making. Thankfully, husband Grady’s father had done some Estate Planning, that was nice and incredibly helpful. However, he hadn’t done a lot of funeral planning…
Everyone wants to die fast, but that is not the way of most.
This week, Grady’s 92-year-old father took his last breath. He had been winding down since October, hanging on to life, we believe, for his wife of 68 years.
Generally speaking, I’m not a depressed person. But this past week? All the rain we had in Arkansas got me feeling “under the weather” and downright gloomy.
Will I ever outgrow sticking my foot in my mouth? The answer is No.
Last week was a whirlwind of social engagements and a throwback to my twenties.
Not sure if that title will make men more or less eager to read this blog. Menfolk, consider yourself warned.
Because so often our names fit our personality, I have often wondered if we pick our baby’s names or if, somehow, from the other side of the universe, our naming is sublimely picked by who-knows-who (or what).
This past week, I have laughed myself 10 years younger. It started during my Miami work week, when my daughter and granddaughter visited me at the beach for Spring Break. We did the usual things; dined on stone crabs, cruised South Beach, took an everglades tour, and went to Mai Kai, a tourist show of hula dancing ladies and fire throwing gents, all in grass skirts.
While doing yoga and drinking chai tea under the blaze of a full moon on the beach in Hollywood, Florida, I feel lucky, and small …
You know how your dog listens to what you say and picks up on certain words? Some of those words are useful for them to know, like sit, stay, or get down. But some others trigger untimely excitement when you are not ready to act on them, like walk, ride, or bye bye.
It takes a long time to become a good Queen. I often think about Queen Elizabeth II; how young she was when given so much responsibility. I admired her British sensibility, bringing calm thoughtfulness to her important decision making.
Men can’t pick up. I’m not talking about picking up girls, games, or friends that need a ride home from the bar; I’m talking about stuff around the house.
I thought it gloomy when my mother once told a younger me, “We’re not meant to be happy all the time, so be grateful and enjoy the happiness, when you are.” I now understand what she meant; life is just a series of peaks and valleys.
Not much makes me nervous but, for some reason, the thought of attending a Murder Mystery party did.
It has been a couple of months since Grady’s dad fell ill. As anyone who has been through a similar situation can tell you, there is a feeling of helplessness and a silent indicator of stress that creeps into your body’s muscles. For most people, the tenseness is in their neck, back, or shoulders, but not Grady.
Sure, I can’t keep a secret; but that’s usually all in good fun. To be a tattletale is a whole other thing, and something I learned not to do in grade school . That is why I thought long and hard before writing this blog post and concluded it was my duty -a responsibility- to be informative and report to my readers something that could be life threatening. …