Mardi Gras is BIG on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
Being exposed to what might be the worst and longest winter on record has made me extra-vigilant about finding signs Spring is on its way.
When we were in Gulfport, we stopped by a local UPS store to check how much it would cost to send my son a Mardi Gras King Cake.
Carnival season is extra-long this year, thanks to a late Easter, so the partying and frivolity kicked into high gear before we could make it back to Illinois. And no way was I going to let Domer miss out on something he loves so much (if I could’ve shipped Dallas, both my guys would’ve been thrilled, ha!)
My mother is the latest in her family to be diagnosed with a Vitamin D deficiency.
Vitamin D, to recap what we learned in health class, is the “Sunshine Vitamin.” Our bodies need D to help absorb Calcium and to strengthen our immune systems.
When we were in Gulfport, Mama gave me a stack of memorabilia including photos, notes, etc.
Not that she’s parceling out her things in preparation of “the Great Beyond.”
No, these are my things. Things she was tired of saving for her nomadic daughter.
Greetings from Gulfport, MS, home of yesterday’s ice storm Leon.
Those of you (like my son Domer) who have endured months of snow and cold might not think much of our “little wintry mix,” but let me assure you, it’s way worse than it looks.
When I was an infant, I was christened with the middle name of “Anne.”
“Anne” means “grace,” and I can only suppose my parents hoped their daughter would turn out graceful.
Sadly, I did not.
In fact, if there’s any way I can possibly fall over something, I manage to do just that.
Well-meaning, but misguided, friends often question me when I admit I’d prefer the traditional publishing route over self-publishing.
Sure, both are fraught with decisions, fears, and worries, but in my heart, I want somebody standing beside me when I face them.
Somebody like an agent. Or an editor.
You see, few of us are so exacting that we don’t need another set of eyes on what we write.
To catch our misspellings, wonky sentences, even factual errors.
I learned that early in my newspaper career.