by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I recently opened this food truck with my buddy, Tevin. We both came from Jamaica years ago to work at the Grand Hotel. I was a bartender. He’s still a chef there. Workers stayed in apartments in Fairhope, and I cooked chicken for us on the grill out front. I had...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 14, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Eric: “This is our eighth anniversary. We met on the Internet. We both went to LeFlore High School, but Deja was a year older than me. I knew all of her cousins. She never knew I existed.” Deja: “We stayed two streets over from each other. I never saw Eric in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I am recipe testing banana pudding pie and learning how to make it without bananas because they are high in sugar. This is my third try. I curdled the first two—it is has put me in a mood. But figuring out healthier options by trial and error is my daily life.” Kurt,...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I walk to the bay once a day, contemplating what it’s like to be 54 years old. I also think about childhood trauma. When I was a kid, I didn’t think I’d live to see my fifties. My prayer when I was a teenager was: God, make me straight, make me a...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 12, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Trae: “We grew up in Harts Chapel, outside of Poplarville, MS. We played in the woods and fished until dark. We raced down hills in homemade go-karts, broken buggies, or anything with wheels. Our granddad was a mechanic. There were always a couple of abandoned cars or...
