I am a religious person, but then again, I'€™m not. The best at it, that is.

It'€™s always been a major struggle for me to define how I feel, think, worship, believe to my core because . . . everything . . . is constantly evolving.

New York City is starting to feel like a second home. And for this Georgia Peach, it requires a fair share of adjustments.

You see, our oldest daughter has wanted to model for forever and a day and a half and a handful of minutes. We made her wait until she turned 16. Little did we know she was dead straight serious about it. It helped out a lot that she ended up measuring in at an inch shy of six feet.

There is the saying down here in the south that we don'€™t hide the crazy people in our family; we set them out on the front porch and give them a cocktail.

I think that is why I love it here so much. Normal isn'€™t a state of being; no, along with permanent press and delicate, it'€™s just a setting on the dryer; and eccentricities, the art of conversation, and cocktailing reign supreme.