Twelve Tips for Living in the South
September 18, 2017Feature by Allison Futterman
I’ve learned to live among the blooming trees, Sunday church traffic, and love of bacon.
I’ve learned to live among the blooming trees, Sunday church traffic, and love of bacon.
We were so blind that, in the name of righteousness, we committed our own ethical and moral atrocities.
When I asked about your tea selection, what I really meant to say was Goddamn you’re pretty.
Something essential, something dangerous, loomed in this war and deserved the light of literary day.
A schmaltzy, eerily familiar tune that loops along, accordions swelling and shrinking, high-heeled, lipsticked women la-la-la-la-la-la-ing.
No political group fully represents my views. I’m a bridge person.
I’m afraid of contributing to the stigma of mental illness by telling this story.