by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 9, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I was arrested two times when I was 15. I proudly wear the honor of being a jailbird. It started when I participated in the student marches in Selma in 1965. My mother didn’t know that her only two children left school on that first day. My younger brother did...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 9, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I couldn’t sleep because I heard kids playing in my yard. I got up and hollered at ’em. They went to cryin’. I felt pretty small. It was Mardi Gras Day, so I said, ‘Y’all come on. We’re going to have Mardi Gras.’ I put on a mask, put the kids in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 4, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“I’m starting the KCBs: King Cake Babies. But it’s more than king cake babies. It’s Baby Spice. Ice Ice Baby. Baby back ribs. It can also be kings and cakes. You just need a theme song to go with it. I love king cakes—they’re an important part...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 4, 2025 | A Southern Soul
Joseph: Like any self-respecting Mobilian, we have a closet full of beads. At some point you ask yourself: Do I have a problem here? Can I do something else with these beads besides them going in the sewer? Rachel: Or trade them for doughnuts. We got out the scissors...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 1, 2025 | A Southern Soul
Mandi: I grew up in Mobile and moved to Los Angeles to be an actress–it pulls on your heart to go west and try. I didn’t know anyone and started working as a live-in nanny; I stayed in their cat room. Josh: I was raised in Syracuse, NY. I’m the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 28, 2025 | A Southern Soul
“My horse’s name is Rascal. I started riding horses when I was seven. My grandaddy had a horse, but it threw him. That’s how he died. I couldn’t mention the word horse for a couple of years, but I would sneak and ride. My mother finally gave in. I’m a member of Port...
