As summer kicks off and the Blue Bell ice cream recall is behind us, I have been forced to recall another Blue Bell incident. Just so you know, I love ice cream as much as the next person. However, I can’t eat it without glancing down at my nipples. Yes, I’m aware that this is weird, but there’s no one to blame but the ice cream man. Read More
When did my shot glasses become sippy cups!?
When did my shot glasses become sippy cups?
It happens to the best of us. We travel somewhere extremely cool, and we never want to forget the place. It’s where you striped down, got nekkid, let your hair go wild and did a few more things that would definitely tilt the scales to read, BORDERLINE INAPPROPRIATE. That magical, wonderful place helped you cross a milestone in your life. It does not matter what others think, all you know is you’re not leaving there without a few mementos. Screw the postcards…they just won’t do this time…you need something to hold in your hands. Something with a little more substance to it, something that will take you back and put a smile on your face when you close your eyes.
VA-JAY-JAYS UNITE…what’s that smell?
There’s something I’ve never understood. I have found it impossible to keep my mouth shut on the subject this time. My news-feed has been flooded lately with advice from doctor type men or coaches telling me how to keep a healthy vagina. At first I ignored the urge to push on the links but they kept coming like a bad case of bed bugs. Therefore, I had to see what advice they wanted to share.
I realize to some folks this topic is a sensitive one.
Therefore, I feel the need for a disclaimer here…
How could I have known…this innocent looking hairpin could send me straight to hell!
There’s something deep within the soul of a person who’s been exposed to Pentecostal roots, or any Southern hardcore religion, for that matter. One soon develops a passion to do what’s right and pleasing in the sight of God. Some people have dreams, visions and, dare I say, ‘déjà vu’ regarding which path to take. Nothing wrong with that unless you are trying to shove that path under someone else’s feet.
Just a gentle nudge will do…
Jesus, Mama and Weed
I was thinking back a few days ago about the time Mama introduced me and my sisters to weed on her quest to find Jesus.
“I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT,” Mama would be yelling right now if she were in front of me. “YOU BETTER NOT WRITE THAT SH*%# DOWN! DO YOU HEAR ME…T’LOUISE?”
Yep, she’d be having what’s referred to as a genuine hissy-fit, waving her finger all up in my face.
But since she happens to be miles away at the moment…I can’t help but smile.
After all, I am my mama’s daughter…
WHO IS T’LOUISE – SOUTHERN AUTHOR
‘Honey Please with T’Louise!’ T’Louise is an Independent Southern woman with a fresh mouth and very few filters. She believes in family, love and truth. Growing up in the Cane River area of Louisiana has given T’Louise the ‘special sauce’ and spicy disposition to convey life in the South with intense authenticity, and with the finest perspective. Born just south of Cloutierville (clue-chee-ville), Louisiana…her roots run deep here. Writing saturates T’Louise’s family line and is the life blood of her soul. She is proud to call Kate Chopin, ‘Family’. Kate… Cloutierville resident, and turn of the century feminist author, set the world on fire with her publication, ‘The Awakening’. If that wasn’t enough, the other side of T’s DNA brought the very first deep south ’True Faith Ministries’ Holy Rollers Revival Church to the indigenous and heathen Cajun population…that needed Jesus in a big way! Something mysterious about this small rural town. This is Plantation country. Many contentious Southernism’s have been birthed here among this fertile cotton growing community. T’Louise believes, and is quite confident, that she is uniquely qualified to bring her very real Southern heritage to a new audience. Life in the South will never be the same, neither will yours after you read the words penned here. If life has dealt her lemons…she will use that sh*% for body spray.
“I claim no resemblance to the heavenly angels above. My wings are more than tattered and this halo barely intact.” T’Louise says. “Everything I do (and say)…I can explain. If not…Moma made me do it!” Creator and instigator of the original ‘Southern Dusty Angels'(TM)…T’Louise has been known to cuss, swear and enjoy a ‘lil firewater from time to time (lemon drop martini or a spicy bloody mary). “Moma always says, ‘the Truth will set you free’. I’m just here to write it down!”
‘Honey please…with T’Louise.’
This is my very first post! My therapist suggested that I should write down on paper, my thoughts, obsessions, anxieties, and everyday concerns that I have absolutely no control over. So…here we go! It’s about to get real!
I will use this forum mostly to reflect on the ‘good’, and sometimes misunderstood thoughts and memories of growing up in the deep South, as well as the many friendships made along the way. These ‘thoughts’ are my own and how I recall them. They are not distorted in any way (as I see it), and remain as true as possible (from my perspective). I am constantly amazed at how ‘real’ life can be. How could anyone possibly make this stuff up!?
I am merely a vessel…with a pen.
Moma always says…‘the Truth will set you free’. I must say, writing these words…
has freed me indeed!
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Just as in real life…the TRUTH can be hard to look at.
Welcome to my blog!