A little something extra

mason jar of iced tea

Mama always said, “leave them with a little lagniappe, it’ll keep them coming back for more.” Like putting a sprig of mint in a sweating mason jar of ice-cold sweet tea, it’s the only thing that’ll simmer down that summer heat. It’s that heat that gets them. They aren’t expecting so much spellbinding sultriness. They […]

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Honeyed air

southern estate

Climbing the wooden stairs to the wrap-around porch, Katie and her friend were met by Miss Ruby and Miss Mae, the valley’s spinster Welcome Wagon. The most senior residents of Deer Hollow, the ladies were a sort of litmus test. Katie brought Eric to meet the old maid sisters before presenting him to her parents. […]

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Straddling the Mason/Dixon line

mason jar of iced tea

I am the product of a mixed-marriage. My mother is a southern belle and my father is a damn Yankee. Dad drinks Michelob out of a bottle, and my mother sips sweet tea from a mason jar. She says, “God bless you,” and he says, “Gawd dammit!” Unfortunately for them, their romance didn’t take the […]

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