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Articles, essays, and opinions from & about the New South.
A Political Eulogy | Nonfiction
As I walked my Carolina Wild Dog Max this morning, I passed one of my Trump neighbors walking his Dachshund mix. Behind him was an overweight tomcat along for the morning constitutional. “He doesn’t need a leash yet,” I remarked. “No, not yet,” the guy said. We smiled...
Ella: A Life Reconsidered | Nonfiction
Covington, Georgia January 1977 I’ve heard it told a person knows when it’s their time to die. I accept this, although I’m not sure why. It seems futile to fight this inner knowing. Perhaps when I pass, I will better understand things that haunt me. Troubling...
One Good Shot | Nonfiction
Cypress trees stand in shallow water along the shore of Phelps Lake in North Carolina’s Washington County. When dawn arrives, we are there, spread out along the L-shaped wooden dock with our tripods positioned, wide-angle lenses mounted, apertures set, each eager to...
The “Last Kind Words” of Geeshie Wiley | Nonfiction
The Mississippi River is a tapestry of waterways and swamps from which the strangest legends in the nation have mingled and emerged, bluesmen whose music has created madmen and giants in nearly every other music industry. The mythic, the cryptic, the brutal flows from...
Hope is a Strategy | Nonfiction
The second time Obama Fever flared, I was going on three months in Wilmington, North Carolina, struggling to find a foothold in my new setting and not at all fitting in. I’d felt a sort of unbridled optimism during Obama’s 2008 campaign, from “Yes We Can” as a slogan...Follow Us
