by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I’m starting over and moving to a different state. I designed this shirt for my new life. I’ve lived with thoughts of suicide most my life. The worst were in my thirties. Once I start thinking about suicide, it becomes all I think about. Eats me up. It’s like...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 19, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I painted with words before I ever picked up a paintbrush. When I was a school teacher, creative writing was my love and gift. I visualized, sketched, and doodled, but never knew I was an artist. Then, my body went south in 2003 with a degenerative disc disease....
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“We opened Great Day Latte a week ago. It still blows me away to walk into the real thing that started with a design I drew up on paper. A little Black girl from Trinity Gardens and Prichard created something like this. There wasn’t a black-owned coffee shop in...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 12, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I was four or five when I had my first cup of coffee. My grandmother kept me after school and would have a hot pot of Folgers medium roast ready for me, even though my mom was adamant about not giving me caffeine. I’m rambunctious and curious enough: the last...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 8, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“We met Gran when we were living in Haiti. She’s the grandmother to one of our Konbit co-founders, but she’s Gran to everyone. She hiked in the mountains behind our house every Sunday, grabbing a handful of beans and roasting them over charcoal. Her coffee...
by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 6, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“My house burned down on September 17. Something woke me up, and I saw the smoke. The fire spread so fast, but I got out in time. My parents had that house in Fairhope for twenty-four years; now I live there by myself. I lost almost everything. It hasn’t hit me, yet....
