Southern Peanut 10/1/26 Southern Peanut 10/1/26

Happy Birthday Old Man. ♥️♥️

For the first time in my life, I can’t picture my daddy at the age he would be today. I thought that meant I was losing another piece of him. Maybe it means something else entirely. Maybe two things can be true: I can miss the hell out of him and finally let him rest.

Southern Peanut 9/22/26 Southern Peanut 9/22/26

You & Me Kid, We Grew Up Together

One day, the child who once needed help reaching the sink is standing several inches above you, waiting for you to straighten his tie. My sons are my why. But you and me, kid? We grew up together.

Southern Peanut 9/9/26 Southern Peanut 9/9/26

The Undertow I Turned into a Lifestyle

I knew how to survive catastrophe. I didn’t know nearly as much about erosion. I became so good at breathing underwater that everyone assumed I didn’t need air. Including me. This is what happened when I finally stopped trying to make the undertow become anything other than the undertow, and started swimming.

Southern Peanut 9/3/26 Southern Peanut 9/3/26

The Blue in my Eyes Was Always Mine 💙

I used to believe the brightest blue in my eyes belonged to someone else. Turns out, they were evidence of something that had been mine all along: the freedom to be completely myself. A story about unconditional love, healing, rebuilding, and finally knowing exactly where I belong.

Southern Peanut 8/21/26 Southern Peanut 8/21/26

Between 65 and You

Some things start as words because you don’t know yet that they’re supposed to be a song. “My Girl” lived on a page for years. Now those words have a melody, and a new name: Between 65 and You.

Southern Peanut 8/9/26 Southern Peanut 8/9/26

🚨 The FBI Psychological Profile Nobody Asked For…

I asked ChatGPT to write an FBI psychological profile of me using everything it knows. Apparently, the subject is a writer, a hurricane, an emotional-support document, and possibly an entire ecosystem. The classified file only gets worse from there. 😂🚨

Southern Peanut 8/4/26 Southern Peanut 8/4/26

I Am the Storm Shelter

Southern Peanut 8/3/26 Southern Peanut 8/3/26

The Storm Shelter

For the first time in my life,

I stopped long enough
to admire
what I’d been building
all along…

Then I finally took my own damned seat.

Southern Peanut 7/20/26 Southern Peanut 7/20/26

Southern Storm

Have you ever known the sky to ask permission to storm?

No?

Me either.

So why do we expect people to?

Southern Storm is a reflection on loving loudly, showing up honestly, and refusing to apologize for taking up the space you were meant to occupy.

Southern Peanut 7/3/26 Southern Peanut 7/3/26

If the boots fit…wear them.

We talk about integrity as though it’s something you’re born with.

It isn’t.

It’s what remains after fear, betrayal, and every opportunity to become someone else.

Sometimes the hardest person to investigate is yourself.

Sometimes the hardest truth is that not every story told about you belongs to you.

This isnt’ about perfection.

It’s about returning.

Southern Peanut 6/22/26 Southern Peanut 6/22/26

Hey Peanut

The moment when self-care stops being a luxury and becomes survival. This is a letter to the little girl who showed up & showed out , the one who stayed!

Southern Peanut 6/18/26 Southern Peanut 6/18/26

Hey Jen Neighbor.

I’ve never been more grateful a shoe broke.

Southern Peanut 6/9/26 Southern Peanut 6/9/26

Love, Hate, & Lay’s

Life would be easier if I hated you.

Southern Peanut 6/6/26 Southern Peanut 6/6/26

Hey Daddy,

Thirteen years ago, I lost my dad.

What I've learned since is that grief changes.

At first, I mourned what I lost.

Now, I mourn what he missed.

But more than anything, I'm grateful for the thirteen years he fought to stay and the legacy he left behind.

I'll save you a seat, old man. 💙

Southern Peanut 5/26/26 Southern Peanut 5/26/26

What If?

Sometimes spiraling feels productive.

You convince yourself you’re connecting dots, finding answers, solving mysteries… until grief quietly puts on a detective badge and has you rebuilding entire timelines in your head.

What started as a few “what ifs” quickly became a very different Storm Lesson.

Southern Peanut 5/23/26 Southern Peanut 5/23/26

Barefoot & Rebuilding

Quite honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything below rock bottom, so I just stood there a while listening to the rain, kind of hoping the dead tree in my yard would finally fall.

Thinking:

“Come on… new kitchen.”