Hi, I'm Beverly! Welcome to my website.
I was born in Monroe, Georgia, a tiny town 60 miles east of Atlanta. I was 2 years old when I got my first gig -- a recital of "The Night Before Christmas" in front of the entire congregation of our church. It wouldn't be the last time I'd use a church for my own purposes, but I'm pretty damn sure it was the first time.
When I was 6, Mama dressed me up in a little lavendar dotted swiss dress with a big ol' full skirt (including petticoats) and let me enter a local amateur show. I sang the old Fats Domino song "Blueberry Hill." My encore was the B side ~ "I'm Walkin'." I won for 7 weeks in a row until a four-year old upstaged me with her stupid tap dance.
I've been performing ever since, in some form or another, but now I've turned pro.
If you're looking for a Southern Belle with an attitude, you've found her. I am passionate about three -- no, four things: My husband; animal husbandry; Planet Earth; and comedy. (I almost forgot my husband; he was the fourth thing.)
We live in a world beset with assholes, and some of 'em are out to get you. There's only one way to fix it ~ with laughter. "Why laughter?" you may ask. Two reasons ~ laughter heals, and laughter kills fear. You can't be afraid of anything you can laugh at. Laughter kills the fear, and I'm a killer for hire.
I am a comedian (a comic tells jokes; a comedian makes people laugh). Don't look at me; my husband did the research. Whatever. I'm still just a funny broad in search of an audience. Your ears will thank you.
And so will my bank account.
