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Yankees, Rednecks, and Everything in Between

  A Lighthearted Look at the Great American Divide The Southern Drawl Back when I worked in a call center, people on the other end used to compliment my Southern accent. The funny part? I wasn’t even laying it on thick.  I thought I was being professional. Turns out my “professional” still had just enough drawl to give me away. And when I do crank it up for fun, I can rattle off the most redneck things: “How many youngin’s you got? Is that them over yonder? I could just eat that baby up! I’m fixin’ to run to Jay-an-nem’s for supper.” Every now and then I’ll hear a word that stops me in my tracks. Like “bobalated.” That’s when you’re all mixed up and discombobulated. Southerners move slower, talk slower, and if you ask us a simple question, you better be ready for a full life story. Why rush? It’s too hot and humid to hurry. Around here, we’ve learned to take our time, to be polite, to stay friendly, and to keep a little optimism tucked in our back pockets. That optimism shows ...
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Meet Rocky B Brown

The Miniature Pinscher Who Stole My Space (And My Heart) There’s a  certain sound that comes with owning a MinPin. It’s the fast tap-tap-tap of tiny paws on the floor, made by a dog that lives life at top speed. If you had told me a few months ago that my small, cozy home was about to get a high-energy puppy, I would have thought you were crazy. But then Rocky showed up. My boyfriend Jay and our grandson Kingston brought him home, and honestly? I never saw it coming. It didn't take long for this little terror to steal my heart, though. Life hasn't been the same since. 
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Affirmations for Real Growth (and When You Feel Stuck)

Feeling stuck doesn’t mean you’ve failed, it just means you’re still becoming. You don’t need “perfect vibes”, you need words that feel true, grounded and repeatable when you’re tired but still trying. These affirmations are short enough to carry with you, strong enough to stick and real enough to remind you: growth is still happening, even when it feels slow.
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That Butterfly - a poem

I remember the first time I saw a butterfly fly, I just watched it in amazement. Back when the grass tickled my feet and I'd laugh for hours with pure abandonment. Back then it seemed like the world stood still, Chasing the sunset until it'd disappear. Crying came easy, laughing was loud, Feelings ran free, no fear in the crowd. Screaming so loud at a New Kids show, Not caring who heard, not caring who'd know. Then somebody laughing at the t-shirt I scored, So I ripped it and hid it at the back of my drawer. Splashing in puddles, excitement impossible to contain, Papa's old ugly truck, sparkled in the rain. The cold winter air on a rosy cheek, Every small moment, gone in a blink. Somewhere we learned to cover the pain, To bury our joy, to silence the rain. The magic grew dim, the colors all bled, We traded our wonder for worry instead. Where did you go, the child in me? Running wild, living carefree. No shame to cry, no fear to sing, When life w...
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You’re Not Worth It - A Poem

My blood is boiling, I can't catch my breath.  I see red, I want to choke you to death.  Fire is falling from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.  I hate to cry but don’t be fooled,  These tears don’t mean I’m weak.  Everyone warned me that you’re no good,  I hate it took so long to realize.  Yeah, I hear you say you’re sorry, I know you’re sorry, now apologize.  I want to hurt you, Like you’ve hurt me.  But nothing I say seems to cut you too deep.  You got me again, this time is the last.  But I’m the only one to blame.  It’s time for you to get out of my life.  You’re not even worth my rage.  - Chrissy
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