This week, we celebrate the birthday of Martin Luther King Jr., the most visible leader of the Civil Rights movement of the 1950s and 1960s. Growing up in Atlanta during that same period gave me a front-row seat on the non-violent protest strategy used by Dr. King. I must confess to not always understanding, much … Continue reading Respecting the Opposition – A Lesson from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
It was January 1969, and I had started dating the teenage girl who would eventually become my wife. That year found me hanging around the Smith household many evenings, weekends, and just as often as Mom and Pop Smith would allow this lovestruck teenager to linger. My future mother-in-law often enjoyed a cup of coffee … Continue reading Drinking from My Saucer
If you see a Southern Baptist Church on every street corner, a Dollar General every few blocks, and a Waffle House at every major intersection, fear not, you are not lost. You are probably cruising through the great state of Georgia. Down here, you can Eat, Pray, and Shop without leaving your neighborhood. In the … Continue reading Living Southern: Scattered, Smothered, and Covered
No Georgian has to look at a calendar to know that it is now July in Georgia. There is ample evidence that sauna-time has hit the Southland. Just step outside and be greeted with the invisible monsoon. Summertime is defined in Georgia as “you gonna sweat a lot.” Well, at least, men will sweat. In … Continue reading Living Southern – In the Peach State of Happiness
My recent post about “Bubba and the Masters” and “Biscuits or Cornbread?” reminded me how blest I am to be from the South. “Southern by the grace of God” is not a cliche in my family. Having grown up in the land of peaches, peanuts, pecans, and pine trees…and yes, yellow pollen too, I have … Continue reading Living Southern – Blue Plate Wins
A recent visit to the local Cracker Barrell Restaurant reminded me of a colossal culinary conundrum we Southerners occasionally face. Biscuits or cornbread? The question posed by the waitress was innocent enough, though she had no idea of the brain cell paralysis her request induced. Some folks struggle with similar but otherwise inconsequential questions. Scrambled … Continue reading Living Southern: Biscuits or Cornbread?