by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“Making grits and cornbread is something my dad started. He asked me to continue it and I turned it from a hobby into a business. I enjoy giving it away to people who do business with me at the tire store. My main product is grits. I grind the corn meal slow and...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I just had coffee with friends I met at a Moon Taxi concert in Birmingham. I play drums in a worship band at First Baptist Church. I am also a photographer. Playing drums gives you the ability to feel the music in a special way. My dad is a musician and...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 13, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I am a people watcher. I watch how they react in different situations and I think about their story. I teach my acting students to be people watchers and ask questions and get to know them. We don’t talk anymore, but conversation makes us who we are. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 12, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“We have been out here two hours. It was only sprinkling when we got here.” “We brought breakfast and snacks. We are going to come back and do this again when it is sunny.” “We were going to hang out in the back yard but we wanted to do...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 12, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I come to the water to because it makes me feel close to my parents. My dad was a deep sea fisherman and he died when I was three. I have lost 18 pounds walking since November and I feel better about myself. I was over the Foley beautification committee and we...
by Lynn Oldshue | Jan 12, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I turn 55 next year, which is an age I never dreamed of. I was punk in the 80’s with dyed black hair, torn stockings, and a motorcycle jacket that I bought off the street and never washed. I write about things people didn’t tell me about and push...
