southern verse

Tear It Down

“Got a nightclub going in up over that way,” Charlie Boy says, and points past the long gravel driveway. “Up where the Amish drive…

Down at the Chow Chow

By Mama’s wedding to husband number five, I was finding it hard to muster up even a little enthusiasm. Even so, I showed up…

Dear Mrs. Roosevelt

August 28, 1934 Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, If the apple trees had blossomed this year I wouldn’t be writing to you today. But that did…

On a Day Like This

Tandy was starving. For twenty-two hours he’d driven; for eight of those, the windshield wipers worked full speed, the rain like a river drowning…