Lynn and her hubby


A message from Lynn:

Welcome!  Pull up a chair on my virtual front porch, grab a glass of ice-cold sweet tea with me and sit a spell.  We can share stories, recipes, and maybe even a little juicy Southern gossip along the way.  (Just remember, it isn’t really gossip if you preface it with, “Bless her heart…”)

Thanks for stopping by!  Feel free to leave a message or reach out to me on social media.  Ya’ll come back real soon.  😉

What You Will Find

Anniversary dinner

From recipes and craft ideas to helpful hints and Lynn’s take on living in the deep South, this is the place for all things Southern.  Please check back soon for information regarding Lynn’s new book, and don’t forget to check out her blog and bio information.  Thanks, ya’ll!



Lynn Fendlason was born 23 October 1967 in central Alabama, and although she has lived her entire life in the South, she cannot claim true Southern belle status because she is neither graceful nor genteel.  She does, however, make a fine pone of cornbread, so that should count for something.

A lifelong storyteller, Lynn has a love for family, faith, upcycling and a strong cup of coffee.  She also unashamedly has a flip-flop addiction.  Lynn knew she wanted to create and tell stories after her solo debut in first grade when she arranged her spelling word homework into a five-sentence fiction piece.  Carrying on that tradition, many of her stories are inspired from real-life experiences, although often slightly, er…moderately, okay extremely embellished.

Lynn lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her exceptionally patient husband, a brood of temperamental cats and two adorable pups, Skippy and Chester.



Grits, ya’ll.  Is there anything more Southern? I had grits for breakfast this morning.  My husband and I were out SUPER early this morning (like 4 a.m. early) and by the time we were ready to head home, the sun was rising and we were both hungry.  We stopped at a local fast food place …

Trash Burning Day

I don’t know if it is a Southern thing or just a rural thing, but when I was a kid my parents had regular trash burning days.  They stuffed leaves, cardboard, and whatever paper-based household trash they had into a large metal drum and burned it all down to ash.  I remember running around the …