To the Grave

I’ve said before that Dadu handed out advice whether you wanted it or not. Some of the “advice” I’ll let die with me—Lord knows a hillbilly can take a secret to the grave—but other bits are worth sharing. Dadu said that if you always want a job, you have to be willing to do what […]

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Constant Background Noise

It’s a myth that the rural countryside is quiet. The nearly constant background noises outside of city limits begin to change this time of the year. Now, the weather catches up with the calendars, and the buzz of heat bugs and frogs give way to crickets and the eerie howls of coyote packs. The near-bare […]

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Navy Beans and a Cardiac Checkup

Beans and cornbread are the ultimate hillbilly meal. Every mean tot of the mountains knows the rhyme: “Beans beans, they’re good for your heart. The more you eat, the more you … ” [Finish the rhyme yourself…] [[If you can’t figure it out, you ain’t ornery enuf….]] Beans are “good for your heart.” It’s as […]

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I’ll Start Smoking When I’m Old

I’ve always wanted to start smoking, but I keep putting it off. Honestly, I just fold under any sort of guilt and the known effects of secondhand smoke deter me from lighting up…for now. I figure when I’m really good and old, you’ll find me on my porch glider. I’ll be chain smoking and sipping […]

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Words Like Honey

While perusing bacon brands at my local supermarket, I couldn’t help but be aware of a mother screaming at her family like a 1990’s communist gymnastic coach at the Olympics.  I’ll be the first to admit, sometimes a mother needs to get on this level with her brood and then hit the door.  Count the […]

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