The following is a conversation between Mobile and Fairhope. Fairhope, who has a new mayor, was hoping her older, more experienced city across the bay could give her a little advice on some issues she has been experiencing with her new administration. Mobile: (answers, sounding very hoarse) Hello. Fairhope: Hey, Mo. It’s Fairhope. Mobile: Oh, hey girl. What’s up? Fairhope: You sound awful. Mobile: You do know you are calling me at 7:30 a.m. on Ash Wednesday, right? I feel like a moonpie that’s been run over and then pooped on by a police horse. Fairhope: Yuck! Such potty...Read More
Author: Ashley Trice
There always seems to be something rotten in the state of Alabama. Even when we seemingly rid ourselves of such moral decay, a more aggressive and virulent form replaces it. Gov. Guy Hunt was convicted of buying marble showers and riding lawnmowers with campaign funds. Gov. Don Siegelman just got out of jail for trading government favors for campaign donations. Speaker of the House Mike Hubbard will soon be heading to the pokey for using his office for personal gain. And after the revelation that our lovesick septuagenarian governor was having an “inappropriate relationship” with his top adviser, Rebekah...Read More
This week I will become a quadragenarian. That’s right. The big 4-0! Over the hill. Set the cake on fire. The vultures are starting to circle. Halfway to the casket (if I’m lucky). You get the drift. Just plain old. How did this happen? I swear I was just watching Smurfs, playing with my Cabbage Patch Kids and dreaming of my favorite New Kid on the Block like two seconds ago! (It was Donnie!) I have tried not to become too despondent about this number, but when you read how turning 40 is described by some it is a...Read More
Love is in the air. Or well, I guess it is supposed to be with Valentine’s Day coming up. It’s kind of hard to feel all warm and fuzzy with so much political chaos surrounding us. But apparently the turmoil in Washington hasn’t stopped our local politicians from feeling pretty randy. RRRROOOOWWWW! Luckily, Lagniappe was able to “intercept” some of the Valentine’s Day cards these politicos penned to some rather strange recipients. And they’re pretty racy! How did we obtain these, you ask? That is a fair question. In this world full of “so-called fake news” I think it...Read More
Someone please make it stop! I just can’t take it anymore. Does anyone have a cave I can borrow for the weekend? Like everyone else, I certainly have my own thoughts and concerns about what is going on in Washington and the world these days, but I feel like in order to retain some level of sanity, I must step away from the 24-hour cable news channels, talk radio and my social media feeds or else I am going to be one of those weirdos who “goes off the grid.” I’m just so sick of all of it. From...Read More
About The Author
Ashley Trice is the editor and publisher of Lagniappe Weekly, which she co-founded with fellow publisher Rob Holbert in July 2002. Lagniappe has steadily grown from a 5,000 circulation biweekly into the 30,000 weekly newspaper it is today. Originally from Jackson, Alabama, she graduated cum laude from the University of South Alabama in 2000 with a BA in communications and did some post graduate work at the University of Texas. She was in the 2011 class of Mobile Bay Monthly’s 40 Under 40. She is the recipient of the Award for Excellence in In-Depth Reporting by the Mobile Press Club and for Humorous Commentary by the Society of Professional Journalists. In 2015, she won a national writing award presented by the Association of Alternative Newsmedia for “Best Column.” She is married to Frank Trice and they live in Midtown with their children Anders and Ellen, and dog Matti.