Nonfiction

Articles, essays, and opinions from & about the New South.

Collected Love Stories

Collected Love Stories

I I remember your Jeep, lipstick-red and volume up, the feeling of you gunning it under my seat, speeding over the lake extending endless on either side of the one-lane road. The sunset painted the sky pink, and I remember thinking this is perfect, he is perfect, life...
Hold That Tail!

Hold That Tail!

It was the year of the pig with no name.  When nonno brought home a baby pig from the livestock market in Campobasso in the early Spring, he cautioned me not to name it.  In previous years, including just a couple of months prior, I ended up squealing too when my...
Working Class Cows

Working Class Cows

Image: Jonny de Jong, 30, owns the milk processing plant at his parents’ organic dairy farm, Working Cows Dairy. His mother, Rinske, 57, also produces Gouda cheese under the label Rinske’s Cheeses. Photo credit: Allison Salerno Alabama’s First and Only Organic Dairy...
Proof of Deliverance

Proof of Deliverance

I was eighteen years old, sitting at my desk at my first receptionist job as the mailman approached, sorting through the mail, and said, “Oh, I’ve got a certified letter you need to sign for.” I froze, my heart beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears. My...
Bonded by a Flag

Bonded by a Flag

Without awareness, I exiled myself. Committed to being a foreigner, existing in near-constant visceral pain of missing Virginia’s Southside, until I can put my finger exactly on what I love and why and how. Until I can make sense of where I begin and my love for a...
Of Art, Maus, and Men

Of Art, Maus, and Men

When I was nine, I took religious confirmation classes in the same Methodist church my mother’s family had belonged to for decades. Every Wednesday afternoon Dr. Winefortner, our minister, prodded my ten classmates and me about matters essential to our souls and moral...