by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 14, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Eric: “This is our eighth anniversary. We met on the Internet. We both went to LeFlore High School, but Deja was a year older than me. I knew all of her cousins. She never knew I existed.” Deja: “We stayed two streets over from each other. I never saw Eric in the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I am recipe testing banana pudding pie and learning how to make it without bananas because they are high in sugar. This is my third try. I curdled the first two—it is has put me in a mood. But figuring out healthier options by trial and error is my daily life.” Kurt,...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I walk to the bay once a day, contemplating what it’s like to be 54 years old. I also think about childhood trauma. When I was a kid, I didn’t think I’d live to see my fifties. My prayer when I was a teenager was: God, make me straight, make me a...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 12, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Trae: “We grew up in Harts Chapel, outside of Poplarville, MS. We played in the woods and fished until dark. We raced down hills in homemade go-karts, broken buggies, or anything with wheels. Our granddad was a mechanic. There were always a couple of abandoned cars or...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 11, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I am out here thinking. I want to make sure I’m making the right choices in life. We moved from Bend, Oregon to West Mobile about five months ago. We didn’t have family or friends here, but I researched the area and convinced my wife to move. We sold the house, quit...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 10, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I was born and raised in Mobile, except for a brief detour in East Africa. My parents helped an orphanage in Uganda; we moved there for a few years. Our family befriended an older teenage girl who started another orphanage in Uganda to help young children. We...
