Southern Butterbean in ME

Why am I blogging...to say the things I never say out loud.

Why read this first? Because a lot of my posts will go back to being raised Southern.

A good Southern girl doesn't make waves. She's obedient, doesn't sass. She's always a lady. Dignified. Well mannered. Gracious. Soft spoken. And can she ever make sausage gravy and biscuits.

Bless your heart, hon, have I got news for me. This southern gal is a Yankee broad now, so screw that good lil ol' girl crap.

I'm getting old, and cranky. I'm done being sweet and nice and dignified. I'm done being and doing what everyone expects.

I'm coming of age, I'm coming out. I'm not going for being a new person. I just want to be the real me, to say the things out loud that I've been saying in my head all these years.

My inner bitch is coming out. Even if it's only done anonymously, the bitch is out and she's got time to make up for. My friends and family will not know this blog exists so that I can speak freely.

So if you are expecting sugar and spice, better go elsewhere! There, you've been warned, so here goes!

Peace and love!

(and that means I wish you peace in your soul and love in your heart!)