by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 25, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“My dad died when I was nine, but that nine years was enough to last me a lifetime. He was Superman. He died of a massive heart attack when he was 49 years old. He had a lot on him. My father spent 13 months in federal penitentiary for civil rights activities. The...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 24, 2018 | A Southern Soul
The bike ride from Oregon to Mobile began with this post on Facebook: “It’s that time again, time to hop on the bike and take another long cycling journey. Circumstances are different from my last trip four years ago along the Pacific Coast, and they may...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 23, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“We are The Flying Morgans, a third generation circus family from Los Angeles and we are visiting New Orleans for a few days as tourists. This is our everyday getup and I have many coats like this. We don’t blend in anywhere. It started with my parents. My...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 22, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“God has given me a unique vision to see the people on the margins who are passed by every day. I grew up on a farm with a disabled father and a mother who was always gone because she worked three jobs to keep the power on. I know the pain of doing without and what it...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 21, 2018 | A Southern Soul
“I grew up in a refugee camp in Sudan. We were fleeing the war. I learned how to play soccer in the camp because soccer was a place to have fun and be social. There were people in the camp who didn’t speak the same language but soccer was the way to...
