Lynn Oldshue

I started Our Southern Souls after writing a story about the bus riders of Mobile, Alabama, for my magazine, The Southern Rambler. I rode the bus for months, listening to the stories of people who depend on public transportation for everything from work and school to shopping and appointments. I was frustrated when I couldn’t fit everyone’s story into the final version and I missed those interviews when the story was finished. My husband gave me the Humans of New York book filled with interviews on the streets of New York, and said this is what I should do.

Our Southern Souls became five-minute interviews with strangers. I have to do at least one a day, but it is often more than that. I love listening to people’s stories, but walking up to strangers and interrupting their lives is hard to do. Most people say yes and are kind and open and when it is over, we feel like were were supposed to meet.

The stories are funny and inspiring, sad and heartbreaking, or a quick moment in time. Readers say they find a part of themselves in the stories or share similar thoughts and feelings. These “strangers” and their stories have changed my life and helped me find my own story. They have taught me to pay more attention to life around me because there are interesting people everywhere you go, you just need open your eyes to see them.

Thanks for visiting and reading,
Lynn Oldshue


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