by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
Remember that dog food jingle, “My Dog’s Better Than Your Dog?” I bring it up because my dog Jackie, a.k.a. Food Issues, is indeed better than your dog and, before you get huffy, I’ll happily prove it. Not only is Jackie cute, clever and very well-behaved, he also...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
SOMETIMES MY HOUSE GETS SO DISHEVELED it seems easier to sell it than to clean it. I can imagine the advertisements: “Cozy ranch loaded with extras.” (Extra dust, extra mildew, extra dog hair.) “Needs TLC” is short for “Needs Truck Loads of Comet.” “Full of character”...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
JANUARY IS DEAR SEASON, turkey season starts in March and April kicks off open season on the strappy sandal. Some women simply waltz into the store, pick out a pair of shoes and plunk down their money. But where’s the sport in that? A couple of years ago a girlfriend...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
ON A SCALE THAT MEASURES CATASTROPHES, losing a lover is a 9.5; losing a stylist is 10 million to the infinite power. My stylist Chelsea and I had been together for more than two decades and I imagined we’d always be together, well into my blue rinse days. My will...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
THEY SAY APRIL is the cruelest month, but everyone knows it’s January. After weeks of take-no-prisoners debauchery, we’re expected to drag our carbohydrate-logged bodies off the comfort of the sofa and fling them at a tread mill, elliptical or similar diabolical...
by Karen Gillespie | Southern Sensibility
I’M ABOUT TO MAKE CONFESSION that will likely land my name on some top-secret, un-American list, but I refuse to make turkey for Thanksgiving dinner ever again. For years I’ve attempted to achieve the holy grail of the Thanksgiving meal, i.e. a juicy turkey,...