God, Trump and Franklin Graham

       When I was a kid, anytime the Rev. Billy Graham’s crusade was televised, we were expected to stop catching lightnin’ bugs in mayonnaise jars—the pastime of choice on a steamy Southern night– and head inside. We would take our places on the...

Even Good People Botch the National Anthem

      I’m going to say something that will shock some, if not most of y’all, because it defends Donald Trump. Yes, President Trump, appearing to act in the manner of a Completely Normal American for possibly the first time since he was just a young stable...

Better Late Than…Well, You know…

Hey y’all: I was ‘sposed to post this a couple of weeks ago but never got around to it. After holiday travel and shenanigans, I’ll be back on sked next Monday. In the meantime, hope you enjoy this admittedly tardy offering… Love, Celia      Dear...

Silent Night, Trump Night…

     On Christmas Eve night, I sank into the same burgundy cushioned pew I’ve occupied for decades at my Methodist Church at the beach. The music was soothing my tattered soul, as it does every Christmas Eve. With Duh Hubby and the Princess at my side, I got...