Southern Lit

Struck

My mama has been hit by lightning, so my tore-up leg holds little interest to her. “Go wash,” is all she says when I…

Where the Tigers Sleep

Twenty-three-year-old Bessie Turner grabs her keys from a hook by her front door and holds them to her chest for a few seconds. The…

The Current Between Us

We had been to a specialist that morning with our daughter, Penny, who had started sleepwalking at six years old. Winn and I were…

The Heart is a Pump

The story goes that when I was born, my daddy didn’t especially cotton to me. I had this head full of black hair, for…

The Sun and the Moon

I’m driving past Gregory Cemetery on a day in July when the heat has already topped one hundred degrees. That doesn’t stop the ladies…

A Morning in June

Levi says, “You can’t make this stuff up!” He’s talking about the arrest of several of our elected officials who’ve been accused of bribing…

Lifted Up

Arbor switches off the TV, throws the remote onto the coffee table with a thud. She can’t watch one more minute of Miranda Lambert…

The Dishes We Are

It’s no time to talk about love, I know that for sure. I’ve just hung up from having a fight with the phone company…

We are Diamonds

For Anita  Out my back window, I can see the dreary light of winter, the tufts of grass gone to gold, the rose vines…