Why I Write MaMa Kelly Essays in Big Mama’s Southern Style
I joke that the light-hearted MaMa Kelly essays I write are in a new genre: The Tender-Hearted, Southern, Rambling Truth genre. They remind me of my Big Mama’s soft, effortless, Southern style of speaking and being!
MaMaKelly transports me to my Big Mama’s kitchen table, which was in the middle of the floor, in a kitchen that anchored the house and all of us. Her kitchen was attached to both the living room and a sitting room used as a third bedroom when needed.
At the table, I listen…
Ooh Lawd! MaMaKelly Speaks (& SHOUTS) Again
MaMaKelly Speaks about Masks, Kindness, the Order of President Joe’s To-Do List, and Poor Tiger Woods!
I’m keeping my word and sharing today because I said I would, although I have more questions than answers about our world.
And, before this could be published, Jake Tapper on CNN had me hollering with Marvin Sapp, “I Never Should Have Made It” as they showed slides of the 500,000 American Souls lost to COVID and the families talked about their loved ones.
CNN’s COVID Memorial was spectacular, and it was so nice to see President…
Happy Valentine’s Day to Mr. Kelly, Represenative Nancy Pelosi, and America
It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m thinking about Love!
Love with a capital L, like Mr. Kelly and I have. Now I must admit, he’s not perfect. He doesn’t sit on the porch with me as much as I’d like. But, Mr. Kelly is a good man.
Four Things to Help America (After I Get A Few Things Off My Chest)
Oh, Lawd, this country is in bad shape, and, quite frankly, I’m too old for this phase of its evolution. But, despite everything, this is my country, and I’m going to be here for everybody while we overcome, or at least, get past this hateful phase and the pandemic.
I’ll be saying my piece here, from my front porch. You can call it what you want, but I’m calling it Mama Kelly Speaks because now is not the time…
Georgia is on my mind, again, as I stand on the mountaintop, this time with Reverend Warnock, the newly elected Black Senator in Georgia.
As a little girl, I stood with my Mama and Bigmama as they listened to Dr. Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. in his last speech before he was assasinated. In it, he said:
“And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land.”
But, unlike, Dr. Martin Luther King, unlike my Mama and my Bigmama…
5 lessons my 9-year-old Shih Tzu-Pekinese doggies, have taught me about sheltering in place for COVID-19.
1. It’s great to be alone.
Tip and Blue don’t fool around with other dogs. Whenever friends or family insist on bringing their dogs for a visit, Blue will sniff the dog for a minute, follow him or her for 30 seconds, and then ignore them for the rest of the time.
Tip, on the other hand, doesn’t even bother to get out of bed, unless Blue becomes excited, which doesn’t happen often. …
The journey is the destination when you’re cruising in a red convertible with your hair blowing in the wind. When you’re dancing in the rain and singing like no one is listening, the journey stands still while you hear the rhythm of the beat, then step like Fred Astaire.
And from the stories I’m reading and hearing, the journey is the destination for doctors, nurses and other health personnel, who rush into hospitals filled with those suffering from COVID-19. These angelic professionals are in the moment, reusing PPE while continuing to work although they don’t have what they need.