by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 3, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“Once my family was going swimming in the bay. A man asked to take a picture of us for a dollar. Mama looked in her little purse to find one. My eyes were closed in the picture–I had measles and couldn’t see. Buddy was five, and I was seven. Wilma Olean was...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 2, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I’ve messed up a lot of meat to get where I am. I cooked 30 slabs of ribs Saturday. They were gone in a couple of hours. I also cook chicken and turkey legs. It’s a great feeling when people smile and say, ‘man it’s good.’ This started about twelve years...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 1, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I love horror movies but can’t find one that scares me. I grew up with no fear. The worst fear I could experience was abuse. And I already experienced that from the people I Ioved. I grew up in Texas. Was moved around living with family members. I was in foster...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 25, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Mary Myers: “I was diagnosed when I was three months old with ALCAPA, one of the rarest forms of heart defects. Doctors thought I wouldn’t make it. I am turning eight on March 10. My bracelet says ‘powerful’. I am strong. I am brave. I can do hard things.” Ashley:...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 24, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I make art from cigarettes that I pick up from beaches, parking lots, or anywhere people are. Cigarettes are a free medium that never runs out. It’s shocking to see this art, but there is so much proof of humanity in each piece. Every filter was smoked by a different...
by Lynn Oldshue | Feb 23, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“This is Happy Hour, where you can check out a dog from the Tuscaloosa Metro Animal Shelter. We’re walking Caymen. She hasn’t left her cage in a month and is happy to be outside. There are so many dogs in the shelter–it was hard picking just one. Next time, more...
