by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 9, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I was 17 the first time I did drugs. I became a drug dealer, selling for decades to pay the bills and support my habit. I went to jail three times and almost died a couple of times. I kept hitting the wall over and over. I had so much loss in my life, I just...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 5, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I have been clean for seven years. My car is a 2012, and I live in a trailer, but behind my front door is peace, love, and happiness—a family life I never imagined I would have. I tell my kids that they messed up getting Angel Klemas for a mama because they won’t be...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 4, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I don’t remember much of my childhood because there was a lot of trauma. We spent time at the Penelope House in Mobile, a safe place for abused mothers and their children. I was also molested. I was a good kid until I turned12; that’s when I became rebellious...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 31, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“I needed a rod in my leg. That was the beginning of the end. I took ten pain pills a day and got hooked. I started shooting Dilaudid after that. Dilaudid didn’t last long, but I loved the warm, fuzzy feeling. Every dollar I had went to drugs, and how much I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 30, 2022 | A Southern Soul
Tornados cut paths of snapped trees and flattened homes, scattering photographs, insulation, and children’s art work for miles. After floods, sofas, refrigerators, books, clothes, stuffed animals, and curtains are left by the curb. Lifetimes of belongings are...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 28, 2022 | A Southern Soul
“My mom said that when I was 11 years old, I picked up a wine cooler at a family picnic and downed it in front of her. I was regularly drinking by age 14 and had a drinking problem by age 16. I didn’t care because drinking helped me with everything. I felt less...
