southern lit

SouthernLit

Landslide

Layla has been making Thanksgiving dinner since she was in her late teens. The first time was the year her mother died. The death…

SouthernLit

Fences

I’d been through a few men by then. Not so many as to cause a scandal, but enough. My best friend Jimmie Ann and…

SouthernFiction

Here We Are Together

Lucette used to be a “hit-the-road, Jack” kind of girl. When things got hard in a relationship, she was out the door, no turning…

SouthernLit

Snow in August

I used to believe in the equanimity of the world. I’d see panhandlers at intersections, their cardboard signs asking for help, and I’d believe…