Nonfiction
Articles, essays, and opinions from & about the New South.
Momma Taught Me to Hold a Grudge | Nonfiction
I can always tell when Momma’s about to drop some juicy gossip. I don’t see her much now that I’m grown and am creating a home of my own, but when she visits it’s like nothing has changed. Recently, she was in town, and we were sitting on the porch in the late...
A View From the Sidewalk | Nonfiction
Atlanta Writers Club Presents… Rick Bragg Prize for Nonfiction Winner: Harry Duke A View From the Sidewalk When I retired, I decided to open a sidewalk produce stand. I did not need the money. I just needed something to do and to feel good about...
New and Beautiful Places: Finding Jewish Community in the South | Nonfiction
When I moved to Charlottesville a year after the deadly Unite the Right Rally, I was entirely uncertain about if, and how, my multicultural family could belong there. My husband (a Muslim Berliner), my child, and I (a Jewish New Yorker) were relocating from New Haven,...
Swim | Nonfiction
She was born a Pisces, the fish sign. It fit her, she loved the water. When her family moved to Garden Grove, California, they had to buy a house with a pool. She swam in it every day. She wasn’t for fancy swimsuits; she liked practical black. Her husband made...
