Author: Laura Packard

(Writer’s note: It seems a few short weeks ago when we were all freaking out about the clowns. Some may say the ones running for office, but I am talking about the weird clown sightings from the edges of stark, empty woodland bends, others close to lamp-lit neighborhoods luring children in with candy, scaring the bejeezes out of everyone in full-on clown make-up and parachute pants. Then, Matthew came along and turned everything we knew as normal upside down, inside out.

“Be worthy as you run uponthis hallowed sod,For you have dared to treadwhere champions have trod.” It’s great to be a Georgia Bulldog.

There are quite a few bees buzzing around a lot of red, white and blue bonnets, y’all.         It feels almost dangerous; the air icky, the stings and barbs sharper than surgical steel, the rhetoric as tedious as the continuous punch of an old, circa 1999 voting machine.

There are quite a few bees buzzing around a lot of red, white and blue bonnets, y’all.         It feels almost dangerous; the air icky, the stings and barbs sharper than surgical steel, the rhetoric as tedious as the continuous punch of an old, circa 1999 voting machine.

It’s as old as time.          Whether you believe the earth and the humans that inhabit it were created in 6 days or in one big celestial bang (or any combo of both), one thing is certain; as soon as man stood upright the race was on to find the secret to eternal youth.

It’s as old as time.          Whether you believe the earth and the humans that inhabit it were created in 6 days or in one big celestial bang (or any combo of both), one thing is certain; as soon as man stood upright the race was on to find the secret to eternal youth.

The racks and racks of pristine, crisp white fabric lined up like curtains blinded me as soon as I rounded the street corner. My hands trembled at the sight, my hair bristled in the hot, still air.

The racks and racks of pristine, crisp white fabric lined up like curtains blinded me as soon as I rounded the street corner. My hands trembled at the sight, my hair bristled in the hot, still air.

To the victor go the spoils; or in this case, a big, fat medal and some serious global bragging rights. That’s right, y’all. August 5th, 2016 marks the start of the supersonic, high stakes world event we’ve all been waiting four long years for; the 2016 Summer Olympics, Rio-style.

 “It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.”- Lewis Grizzard Down here in the South, we not only sound different from the rest of the wide world, but we use words and phrases that do not make a whole heck of a lot of sense.  And that’s one of the things I like about it the most.