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Articles, essays, and opinions from & about the New South.
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...
Messiah | Nonfiction
He’s benevolent. He’s right. No, righteous. He tells Melanie her beautiful son with the bright red curls and pink cheeks—the newest parishioner—is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He shakes hands. He shakes his wife until her teeth crack together. He tells us, “In...
Obey | Nonfiction
I tell Maurcio Obeja, taxista numero 82599, the address of where I am going. I say it correctly this time, street first, number after, Suipacha 637. “The six-hundred block of Suipacha is only three or four blocks down there,” he points to the right—to this octopus...
She and Shakespeare and I | Nonfiction
Katherine. Bianca. The Old Widow. Petruchio. Baptista. Lucentio. Tranio. Gremio. Hortensio. Grumio. Biondello. Christopher Sly. (For a story all about how women are supposed to behave, there is a shocking lack of female representation.) When reading and directing...
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...Follow Us
