All the upset

In 23 years of writing books, I have never encountered such a situation.The new book in my Stella Bankwell series releases on October 29th.It’s a light-hearted, blue skies mystery.The problem? Life’s not very light-hearted lately.Mercer University Press and I set the release date months ago.

Once again, no Nobel

It is my sad duty to tell you, dear readers, that I have once again been denied the Nobel Prize in Literature that I so richly deserve along with the 11 million Swedish krona (about $1 million), which I would have donated to my favorite charity – me.

The possum

Of all the animals on the Rondarosa, perhaps the most unusual is a possum I raised from a baby. His name is Pokey.Tink was out of town that summer, shooting a television series.

Not so crazy after all?

You have to be very careful in this business when tossing out opinions. You can get yourself in trouble if you say the wrong thing. This is a litigious world in which we live.For example, if I say that I think Rep.

My David (part two)

David Ford, a Wall Street billionaire, and I, a simple Southern girl who can’t always pronounce words correctly, formed an unlikely friendship.It began when my husband, Tink, and David’s wife, Pamela, were working on a television project.

Ken Vance: Respected servant leadership for Georgians

Dear editor,Respected, servant leadership is hard to come by in American politics today. Now more than ever, politicians drive the wedge that divides us further apart instead of offering real solutions. We need real leaders who put our needs above partisan bickering.

Florida sheriff walking tall

I have a new hero. His name is Mike Chitwood, and he is the sheriff of Volusia County, Florida, which includes an area known as Daytona Beach.I assume you have heard of the place.

My David (part one)

Over the bathroom tub, hangs a small painting of a turn-of-the-20th-century high society woman, dressed in an orange, silk, off-the-shoulder dress. It matches the orange accents of the room.Tink came out of the bathroom recently, shaking his head. “Every time I see that painting, I have to laugh.

Goodbye, Helene, and good riddance

Hello, Hurricane Helene. Goodbye, Hurricane Helene. Please pardon us for showing a lack of Southern hospitality, but you were not welcome to come in the first place and we are glad to see you go.Speaking of hospitality, you didn’t show much yourself.

The once incredible friend

There was once a friend I had who was incredible.Remarkable. Exciting. Too splendid for any adjective in the English language.She is still my friend.But she no longer fits any description above. What she is now is what most of us are – ordinary. Normal.And, too often, downright ho-hum.But once?