by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
Thoreau said, “Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.” I, on the other hand, avoid any enterprise that requires a new hat. Some women look adorable in hats, batting their eyelashes coquettishly under the brim. I look as if I’m balancing either a pizza...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
I’m a bad driver. It took me three times to pass the driver’s test. On my first try, I ran through a flashing red light. The flashing befuddled me. If I was supposed to stop, shouldn’t it have stayed a steady red? The second time I took the test was much worse....
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
Last year a family member gave me a fitness tracker. It was a not-so-subtle way of reminding me that my former hour-glass figure had recently morphed into the shape of a Duke’s Mayonnaise jar. My fitness tracker is so ugly it looks like it should be sold in the...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
I was grocery shopping when I bumped into a woman I see every morning while we’re out walking our dogs. I greeted her and she said, “I’m sorry. I can’t place you.” At first I thought she might be woozy from the heat, but then it occurred to me: She’s never seen me...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
Some people spend their lives studying the I Ching or the Talmud, but I’ve devoted my existence to studying the tabloids. If you need to know the name of Jennifer Aniston’s dogs (Sophie and Dolly), I’m your go-to person. By the way, did you know that Jen’s pets drink...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
IT’S A UNIVERSAL LAW that every couple who is over 50 will eventually stay at a bed-and-breakfast. My theory is that old, creaky people with unreliable plumbing feel a kinship with a house that shares the same qualities. Young fertile couples aren’t typically...
