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Ever notice how men seem so relaxed when mowing the lawn? In a dreamlike state, they walk back and forth a serene expression on their face, like they’re thinking of sex and football. I watch my seventy-year-old neighbor across the way maintain his perfect lawn and he doesn’t even break a sweat. So I thought…
A most terrifying thing happened to me. Someone asked me, Hildie McQueen, non-southerner, to organize a tea party at my church! After almost twenty years in the South, I’d yet to attend one, but I did read Southern Lady’s tea magazines, which gave me lots of fabulous ideas. I began by setting up the room…
The south has become my home and honestly, I never tire of traveling throughout it and discovering all the beauty this part of the country has to offer. This is how I describe my adopted home. Long roads through land unspoiled by concrete or heavy traffic still exists here. In the south, Wisteria hangs from…
By Hildie McQueen Sissy Blue tiptoed down the wide staircase that lead to the oversized entryway and froze upon spotting Miss Maggie. “Hello Sweetie. I’ve never seen you up so early.” The bright-eyed lady studied her disheveled appearance. “Honey, you need to do something about that hair. I’m about to make some coffee.” “Right, I’ll…
