by Lynn Oldshue | May 7, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“The tattoos on the backs of my hands are crosses. They are so deep, they are more like brandings. One is for my mom and the other is for my nephew who passed away the same year. Every time I ball my fist up, I think of my mother. She keeps me straight. I am...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 6, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“We came down from Chicago because of the murders.” “You thought you would be safe in Alabama?” “For a week or two. We are constantly on the run. We are on our way to Mexico. We are almost there.” “Mexico is the other way,...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 5, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“I drove a truck for five years. Two heart attacks took me off the road. I smoked and truck drivers don’t eat right. Right now, I am resting up to get enough energy to get back to the Budget Inn. I am proud of my holy spirit. John 14:16. He is inside me...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 4, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“I am having coffee with my granddaughter. We spend a lot of time together. I am and retired and play golf, read and exercise. I do a lot ‘of s and s’ing,’ sitting and staring. I spent 22 years in the Coast Guard doing search and rescue, I was...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 3, 2017 | A Southern Soul
“I won a lottery to move to the U.S. from Peru. I had an opportunity to come here for my daughter so she can have a better life. It is beautiful here. We have been here 14 years and my daughter is 24 now. I do alterations on clothes, prom dresses and wedding...
