by Lynn Oldshue | May 8, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“Growing up in a broken home in Fairhope, I saw my parents fight all of the time. Some days the abuse was so bad that my grandmother met me at the bus stop and took me away. My parents divorced, but by age 16, I was in my own abusive relationship. I had my first child...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 7, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I was a union pipe welder and retired. I have been driving school buses for five years. It is my way of giving back. It’s a shame, but a lot of kids don’t get the training they need at home. I try to teach the little I can while they are with me....
by Lynn Oldshue | May 6, 2020 | A Southern Soul
If a tornado’s call sounds like freight trains and bees, humankind’s response sounds like growling, determined power saws.” Nine years ago today, I wrote down this line from a story in the New York Times about a family losing everything in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 6, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“Our parents knew each other from mission trips to Honduras. We grew up together. We dated off and own, but were consistent over the last five years. In my wallet is the barrette she gave me for good luck in a soccer game when we were 12 years old. I knew then I was...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 5, 2020 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in Mobile and started working in restaurants when I was 18. I thought I was going to school for music, but that didn’t go my way, so I went to culinary school. I worked at Ox in Fairhope and opened Cereal Killer with a friend when a spot opened at The...
