Dorothy Parker: The Queen of One Liners

I love Dorothy Parker. That quick wit. Her great one liners. I quote Parker quite often. (These days when telemarketers have been bugging me all day on the phone and it rings yet again.) What fresh hell is this? She would ask when her doorbell rang, irritated. Ah, Dorothy, what fresh hell indeed. Did Jehovah’s Witnesses visit you on Saturday mornings, too? Nothing against Jehovah’s Witnesses, but it is Saturday morning for Christ’s sake! To which they reply, “Exactly!” Of her morning routine, Parker said, “I brush my teeth and sharpen my…

It’s Poetry Month

Hey y’all! In celebration of Poetry Month, I thought I’d share a few of my previously published poems. I hope you enjoy them. And constructive criticism is always welcome here at Tea Cakes and Whiskey. So please feel free to comment or ask questions. I have been busy getting ready for hip replacement surgery, but I’d love to get your input. I wrote this first poem about my grandfather. He was a farmer in southeast Alabama. He was also one of the best story-tellers I’ve ever known. I miss sitting on…

How to Make it Through When You Can Barely Make It

Hello Y’all! So yesterday was one of those days that didn’t work out for doing much of anything but zoning out and hoping for a better tomorrow. But when you have an autoimmune disease, those days will come along. So I admit I didn’t listen to any of Autoimmune Revolution tapes yesterday. But I thought I’d share with you how I get through the really bad days — the ones where answering the door, checking the mail, or even moving is agony. One thing I decided very early on after…