Category Archives: A Southern Girl’s Family

parenthood

In the first dream I can’t remember if she is still alive, and get stressed about whether I should I have sent flowers or a card or myself. So I go home to find out. Deeper in, second dream, she … Continue reading

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clenched

I’m uncertain about the changing landscape at my beloved job: we are nearing the end of school year now, and this is my first transition of this kind in this setting. I need stability like a crazy person (SWIDT?) and … Continue reading

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at sea

Today I was able to connect with a teenager I’ve been struggling with all year by spilling the condensed 5-minute version of my childhood story to him. He has some similar stuff going on in his life but super did … Continue reading

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Self-Possessed

I am dipping apricots into honey, contemplating the incredible sweetness of my life, courting sympathetic magic, adoring my place in all of this–a foothold. Here are my superpowers: I can look back at the most painful moments of my past and … Continue reading

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grafting

You can hear the farm in his voice. The sun, the wind in the grass, the heat, the familiarity of the most familiar place in your world. Your shared history, the land now on a matrilineal arc, a place is … Continue reading

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#AllWhitePeople

It’s so hard to know what to say about Charleston that I keep turning away from the topic. And that’s the thing, is that I get to. I get to turn off that pain. I’m not caught in the grief … Continue reading

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Wherein I question the wisdom of not becoming a farmer

I don’t know how to pick out mangoes. I have a theory about limes, know that cantaloupes are ready when they smell sweet, and generally can be convinced of a food’s desirability when its fragrance wafts out to me from … Continue reading

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