Weddings As a Second Language

Weddings As a Second Language

by | Southern Sensibility

Asiago pinwheels or pesto ricotta tarts? Burnt lilies or mini gerberas? Invitations with or without vellum overlay? I’m not talking gibberish. I’m talking “weddings,” which have a separate language all their own. My anniversary was last month and weddings are on my...
Getting Into the Swim of Summer

Getting Into the Swim of Summer

by | Southern Sensibility

You begin to hear the distant drumbeats in March, but by May the message is louder than a leaf blower on a Sunday morning. Put down the pecan pie, back away from the banana pudding. It’s swimsuit season! Yes ladies, once again it’s time to adorn your pale,...
They Like Me, They Like Me Not

They Like Me, They Like Me Not

by | Southern Sensibility

I REMEMBER WHEN FACEBOOK FIRST CAME OUT. Back in the day it was mostly a young person’s pursuit like twerking or pouring vodka into your eyeball. (And yes, vodka eyeballing is really a thing and, no, I haven’t tried it, but I’m tempted.) Eventually Facebook became so...
Shot by Cupid’s Arrow

Shot by Cupid’s Arrow

by | Southern Sensibility

There’s a Facebook meme going around that asks you to check the applicable box: single, in a relationship, married, engaged or hoping for an act of God. A little over a decade ago I would have checked the last one.  Why? I was in my early 40s and still single, i.e.,...
Do or Diet

Do or Diet

by | Southern Sensibility

I miss my youthful metabolism. I remember those heady days when I could burn up a fun-size Snickers bar just by blinking. Now it takes at least 10 hours of cross-country skiing. (Only five hours if I’m being chased by a polar bear.) I especially miss my once-high...