South Posts

Living Rightly

As you may have heard by now, I’m on book tour. Tonight I’m at HUB CITY Bookstore in Spartanburg, South Carolina. Hub City was named by Southern Living magazine as one of the South’s finest bookstores and I always try to get up this way because that’s more than just a label, it’s the truth.

One of my favorite things to do when traveling is to stop by local libraries and visit with people. I’m sitting in a library now, typing this. I got into this habit years ago when iPhones and wireless didn’t exist in hotel rooms. I’d use local libraries to dispatch reports to the newsroom, etc. read more

Good doesn’t have a color

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I heard it said all my life. You might have heard it too. “Don’t go messing in your own bed.” It’s a colloquialism. The South is full of them.

I grew up in two Souths: The segregated one and the integrated one.

Both of them had a violence all their own. A violence that both races were responsible for and participated in.

What I learned from all that violence was to be afraid of blacks. That message was drilled into me as a young girl, with the admonishments to keep my car doors locked, to stay out of Nigger-town (aka The Projects), to never loan a black girl my comb, to never make friends with blacks, to never date a black guy, and ohmygosh, don’t even consider marrying one, that is unbiblical (don’t be unequally yoked). read more

Ode to Piggly Wiggly

Perhaps you have heard the  news?

Piggly Wiggly has been bought out.

It’s like someone has come in and hacked away part of my childhood.

I can’t imagine a world in which the Piggly Wigglys of the world disappear.

Vestiges of my growed up years markings on a dry erase board, wiped clean.

Piggly Wiggly will be replaced by snooty old Harris Teeter.

Soon all the Hominy will soon be replaced by Hummus. read more