The Blog is Back, Baby. And She Can Drive Now.

Sixteen years ago, I started a blog called Dining with Delia Jo because I loved food, words, and the weird little stories in between. What started as a side dish to my life has now grown into a whole dang buffet—and I just realized… she’s sixteen.

She can drive now.

And if she’s anything like me at sixteen, she’s definitely got rhinestones on the dashboard, a Chick-fil-A nugget tray in the passenger seat, and dreams way bigger than her gas tank.

I like to think my blog’s first car is a convertible, even though my mama never let me have one. (“Too dangerous, Delia Jo.”) But maybe that’s the point.

This blog was born to break the rules with the top down and the glitter up.

And I have a feeling she’s not just a car anymore.

Maybe she’s a spaceship.

Headed straight for Planet Disco Sol—where healing is loud, queso is eternal, and grief wears lip gloss and glitter boots.

This year, I’m bringing Dining with Delia Jo back in full color:

• Blog posts from the messy middle

• Food and faith and full-spectrum feelings

• Nashville eats, mocktail magic, boutique sparkle, and Jasper’s royal antics

• Big girl thoughts from a barefoot queso queen who just figured out she’s been neurospicy all along

So buckle up. Or don’t.

The wheels are off and the stories are on.

We’re going places. And we’ve got good snacks.