by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 28, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I was twenty-one the last time I heard my mom speak. She hated tattoos, but my sister and I got one on what would have been her sixtieth birthday—to honor her. My tattoo is of the sound waves from a voicemail she left me. It says, ‘I love you. Um. Um. Stephanie. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 27, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Sorella: “My mom gave my two sisters and me experiences instead of gifts for Christmas. I chose to come to the Moon Crush music festival in Florida to see Noah Kahan. Mom always plays music around me, so I wanted to share this with her. I’m the middle child, but...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 21, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“You can look at this picture and see how I could lie about my age. I was fifteen but said I was older to get jobs. I had just started working at Greer’s market in Fairhope, wrapping meat and cleaning cases. Jimmy was the assistant manager. He was twenty-five and so...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I came out of the womb playing drums. l was always banging on something. I’m out here today for enjoyment. I play a lot of gigs, but I have to keep it fun. Playing drums is also a great way to relax and release stress. It’s even better playing outside around...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 14, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“‘Come get a snack, friend. Happy Funday Monday. We’re manifesting that it’s Friday.’ Those are a few things I say inviting people to get free bananas from our cart. I also tell people that a banana a day keeps the doctor away–I have arthritis in my...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I take old flowers and put them in the sidewalk cracks to make it prettier. I’ve been doing this for two years. The yellow daffodils are my favorite. Would you like to take some home with you? (in Seattle)
