Southern Common Sense Part 10: Stay Original

I guess I am one of those people. Those graced with the good sense to pay attention and to implement my morals into my daily life. Having a daughter has made me even more aware of how I see myself, and severe on myself when I am trying to help her. I do not want to baby or coddle her, because that only promotes a naive sense of the world, but I also want to shelter her from the pain and heartache. I know that is going to be impossible, but hopefully I will be a good role model as I learn more and more about myself and about life every day.

One of the things I am trying to teach her is to not be afraid to be herself. It is so easy, especially today, to try and squeeze yourself into these categories and labels that you or someone you admire find appealing. Somethings, as long as they help you learn, I think are beneficial, but others can alter something inside of you.

I was never one to follow trends. I sort of marched to my own samba and sang my own birdsong. However, there for a long time, I wanted to fit in so badly that I changed myself: over and over and over again. Sometimes not always for the better, but after each passing phase I learned a little something about myself. I am a mix of eccentricities and commonalities. I can be loud when I should be quiet, I can be brash when I should be tender, I can be judge when I should be a jury. I can also be logical when I should be more empathetic. All of these things are good and bad. For a long time, I wanted to be what people thought I should be, and I squeezed and pressed myself into these fictional molds to try and make them happy, but I forgot the most important part. Making myself happy.

It took many years into my 20s to drop the facade “I don’t care what you think” when really that was all I could think about. Doing this helped me to understand that when you let those people in who truly care about you, you do not have to worry about them breaking you down to nothing. They, instead, help build you higher than you ever thought you could go. I learned that I am many things and that that is okay. I am a whirlwind of colors and sincerity with a storm of creativity and emotion following quickly behind. And that is okay. I am me. I am one of a kind. I am an original. I no longer want to really change myself, I mean don’t get me wrong, I would love to be a bit more toned, but these things are superficial and no longer make me feel like I am less than I am. Those things have become more of a goal to improve myself in a healthy way, rather than a hammer that I internally beat myself with. I see myself in a yellow light that has become a beacon.

I am getting closer to 30 now, and I still have big dreams that I am striving for. My life is not perfect, and sometimes I allow myself a good, long, ugly cry. But I do not let the not so great things superimpose the wonderful blessings I have been given. I am becoming more and more comfortable in my own skin. I am seeing more beauty around me and inside of me than I ever though possible.

I guess it is these small victories that I want to share with my daughter. I want her to know that she is loved and protected, but also she is perfect just the way she is. I want her to remain an original as long as she can, and when she loses herself, I hope she would trust in me to help her find herself again. I want her to be a kid as long as she can. I want her to be silly and laugh. I want her to try things she did not think was possible, and learn from the consequences of those actions. I want her to pick herself up without completely relying on someone else. I want her to never lose her spirit, joy, and fight.

I think all people need a reminder some of the time that you are okay. That you are not alone, and that you do not have to be a certain way to be and find love. That sometimes taking a break is okay, that pushing yourself to do better is okay, that evolving and growing is okay. You are an original and you are loved.

“A poor original is better than a good imitation.”
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Until next time,

Momma Rae



Crockpot Cajun Chicken and Shrimp Pasta

Alright  y’all! You ever been sitting in front of your open refrigerator, wondering what kind of miracle can I come up with for dinner tonight? Well that was me yesterday morning. The rain had chilled the spring air, and the flowers in my garden were heavy with wet. I wanted something easy but delicious, but it also had to be something that I had not had in a long while. So I decided to make this, and it turned out it hit all of the right spots. Needless to say we were one happy and full family. Also, the picture in this post is from my lunch which are leftovers, and I have to say it might taste better today then it did yesterday. Those meals are always the best!

So here it is and I hope you enjoy!

What you will need:

2 boneless, skinless chicken breast, frozen

1/2 LB. raw shrimp, shelled and detailed

8 oz of whole wheat Rotini pasta

1/4-1/2 cup Cajun Seasoning (add more if you like it a bit more spicy)

1 bunch scallions, chopped coarsely

1/8 cup olive oil or canola oil

1 cup Heavy Whipping Cream

1 cup Organic milk

1 can Chicken Broth

1 TBSP ground pepper

2 TBSP dried basil

1 TBSP garlic powder

1 small package of grated Parmesan cheese


Directions (you are going to love this):

Place and pour all ingredients into Crock pot. Cover. Cook on high heat for about 5-6 hours until Chicken is easily separated. Separate chicken into chunks. Stir. Cover. Cook on low an additional 1-2 HRS. Serve!

It is that easy folks! Gotta love easy 🙂

Try it out and let me know what you think!

Until next time,

Momma Rae

Crockpot Chicken and Shrimp Pasta


Polish Sausage & Veggies

Good Morning Everyone!

I thought I might share the yummy dinner I made last night. It is very easy to make! I hope you enjoy it!!!

What you will need:

2 Green Bell Peppers, diced

1 Red or Yellow Bell Pepper, diced

1 small sweet onion, diced

2 packages Polish Sausage Links (aprx. 24 oz), sliced into 1/2 inch pieces (can substitute Turkey sausage for a more healthy option)

1 large russet potato, peeled and diced

1 large sweet potato, peeled and diced

Olive oil

Salt and Pepper

Garlic Salt

Whole Grain Rice (cook as specified)



In a large pan (I used my wok), heat 4 TBSP of olive oil over medium high heat. Once hot, add the diced sweet and russet potatoes. Pan fry potatoes. Russet’s will have a nice tan coloring, and the Sweet Potatoes will have a dark brown/black color on each side. This takes about 10-15 minutes.

While the potatoes are frying in a separate pan, add 2 TBSP olive oil, heat to medium. Add sliced Sausage. Cook for about 5 minutes, stir occasionally. Remove Sausage from drippings and place on a paper towel covered plate. Set aside.

Add diced bell peppers, and onions to the potatoes. Salt and pepper to taste. Add garlic salt (around 1 TBSP) for flavor. Stir and cook until Onions are almost translucent.

Once potatoes are soft, and the onions are translucent, add sausage to the vegetable mixture. Stir. Cook on low heat for 10 minutes, covered.

Serve over whole grain rice and enjoy!

This meal had such great texture and flavor. We really enjoyed it, and I think you will too. So give it a try and let me know what you think!


Until next time,

Momma Rae

Polish Sausage & Veggies


Dream Spaces

As work begins to slow, I am offered more time to day dream and to read. These opportunities to relax are a welcomed attention. So I thought I might share with you my little dream space. I would love for you to share your space as well, please feel free to comment below.

The Question:

Where does your mind take you when you wonder into your imagination?

For me, this is a simple one. When I am daydreaming, I picture myself in my own personal library/study. I walk into the door, and there are floor to ceiling book cases that line both the left and the right walls. The room itself is built in a circle with two stories. On the first floor once inside, the scent of light sandalwood and honeysuckle fill the air. The lighting is light and non-abrasive, with a floor lamp just inside the door, and a lamp sitting on the right corner of the desk. The floor is a rich and dark wood plank with a large farm house round rug in the middle. Just past the edge of the rug sits a large writing desk. The desk matches the color of the floor, and glistens in its antiquity. Behind the desk sits a lush leather office chair. It is a lighter tan than the desk, but accents it well. Just behind the chair is a large bay window with a deep purple window seat, decorated with worn but comfortable pillows. The window seems to bring the outside in with rays of sunshine and the colors of various roses in view. On the left of the desk is a record player, with a couple of classical music records slanting between the legs of the wooded table on which the player sits. To the right of the desk is a metal winding staircase that leads to the second floor. The second floor is matched with the same deep wood floor and floor to ceiling bookcases as on the first, except on the wall with the bay window there is a small sitting area. In that delicate space, there is a oversized wingback chair. It is a light yellow, and on its back drapes a cashmere purple blanket. There is a small cushioned foot stool that sits just below the bottom of the seat, and across from it is a squat pot belly stove made of cast iron. A small basket next to it is filled with short and easily manageable logs.

I imagine myself writing or reading or sitting and daydreaming in this space. It is warm and inviting, and I am surrounded by my favorite things.

Sometimes little details change, but for the most part, it is the same space. It is my dream space.

What is your dream space? I would love to venture there with you, so please share your dream with me below!