by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 19, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I was born in Tucson, Arizona in 1977. Both of my parents were addicts and hippies. If they were happy, they got high. If they were sad, they got high. If they were mad, they got high. My dad got violent when he got high. They were both promiscuous and got divorced...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 18, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I started taking windsurfing lessons in March. It’s hard to learn, but I love it. It takes coordination to balance the board and steer with your weight while holding on to the sail and the boom. A lot goes on at once. It’s so much fun when the wind...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 13, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“My dad was a writer, but photography is how I express my feelings and see the world. My home is in the Upper Ninth Ward of New Orleans and was close to ground zero for the flooding of Katrina. One of the stories of the century fell into my lap, and I shot photos for...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 12, 2022 | A Southern Soul
It is hard to find the bright side these days when the dark side is all we see on social media and TV. Headlines are filled with anger and fear. They say we are dispirited, worn down, and nearing the end of democracy. We have a lot to be worn down about. Over the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Nov 11, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I am 99 years old. I was born in 1923 and grew up in Pisgah, Alabama, a little town on Sand Mountain. Daddy had 400 acres of land. He farmed 30 and rented out some of the rest. I was the oldest of six kids and grew up plowing the field with our two horses, chopping...
