by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 21, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I was 14 the first time I drank. Blacked out for three hours. When I came to, a cute guy was hanging on me. We were walking down the road, going to see the fireworks. I thought I would never go another day of my life without this. I was an instant alcoholic. Soon...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I recently opened this food truck with my buddy, Tevin. We both came from Jamaica years ago to work at the Grand Hotel. I was a bartender. He’s still a chef there. Workers stayed in apartments in Fairhope, and I cooked chicken for us on the grill out front. I had...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 14, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Eric: “This is our eighth anniversary. We met on the Internet. We both went to LeFlore High School, but Deja was a year older than me. I knew all of her cousins. She never knew I existed.” Deja: “We stayed two streets over from each other. I never saw Eric in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I am recipe testing banana pudding pie and learning how to make it without bananas because they are high in sugar. This is my third try. I curdled the first two—it is has put me in a mood. But figuring out healthier options by trial and error is my daily life.” Kurt,...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I walk to the bay once a day, contemplating what it’s like to be 54 years old. I also think about childhood trauma. When I was a kid, I didn’t think I’d live to see my fifties. My prayer when I was a teenager was: God, make me straight, make me a...
