by Lynn Oldshue | May 15, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I’m just trying to make it out here. I sleep 10 nights every two months at the Salvation Army. The rest I sleep outside. I have been homeless since last July. I went broke and had no place to go. I wasn’t hooked on anything, just out of work with...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 14, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I am a graphic designer. I grew up in Michigan and joined the Army in 2011. A girl I became friends moved to Mobile for school. I was stationed in Destin and we started dating. When I got out of the Army I moved to Mobile and we are now engaged. I have been...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 13, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I wrote a poem when I was three. It was “A Foot Called Belly Button” and was published in the newspaper. I have always loved words. I come from a privileged family, go to a privileged school and live in a privileged area. I realize that is not how the world...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 12, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“We are waiting outside Thomas Hospital for our first grandbaby to be born. It is a nice afternoon and you do what you have to do. We have been Facetiming with them. They gave her an epidural and her water just broke. They are in the fourth window over and our son...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 11, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“My great-great grandfather, Mike Houston was born in Stockton, Alabama in 1863, and moved to Magnolia Springs with his mother, a sharecropper, after Emancipation. He worked as a caretaker for a family in Point Clear that taught him business skills. He became a...
