by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 28, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I was twenty-one the last time I heard my mom speak. She hated tattoos, but my sister and I got one on what would have been her sixtieth birthday—to honor her. My tattoo is of the sound waves from a voicemail she left me. It says, ‘I love you. Um. Um. Stephanie. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 27, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Sorella: “My mom gave my two sisters and me experiences instead of gifts for Christmas. I chose to come to the Moon Crush music festival in Florida to see Noah Kahan. Mom always plays music around me, so I wanted to share this with her. I’m the middle child, but...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 21, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“You can look at this picture and see how I could lie about my age. I was fifteen but said I was older to get jobs. I had just started working at Greer’s market in Fairhope, wrapping meat and cleaning cases. Jimmy was the assistant manager. He was twenty-five and so...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I came out of the womb playing drums. l was always banging on something. I’m out here today for enjoyment. I play a lot of gigs, but I have to keep it fun. Playing drums is also a great way to relax and release stress. It’s even better playing outside around...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 14, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“‘Come get a snack, friend. Happy Funday Monday. We’re manifesting that it’s Friday.’ Those are a few things I say inviting people to get free bananas from our cart. I also tell people that a banana a day keeps the doctor away–I have arthritis in my...
