Debunking Myths about the South (Part 2)

The other day, I started debunking popular myths about the South — fallacies that my Southern friends and I are constantly asked to corroborate. If you missed the first part, you can read it here. This is the second installment. Now let’s go forth and speak a little truth! Myth: All southern accents are created…

Debunking Myths about the South (Part 1)

Y’all, it’s time to dispel some myths about the South and Southerners. We’ve all fielded the questions, as dumb as they are, but enough is enough. Every single one of these misconceptions is a real-life example of something I, or someone I know, has encountered in real life when they ventured either north or west….

Some days peanuts…

Some days an idea hits me. Ker-BLAAAP!!! I don’t know where it comes from. It just appears, all of a sudden like, in my mind. And before I can hardly get to my keyboard, the words come rushing out, in pretty much the right order, and line up across the page like little soldiers in…

The Turnip Truck

Turnips are dumb. They’re poor too. Bless their silly, impoverished hearts. You’ve heard it said before: I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. It’s a phrase that’s used to indicate that you’re not naive, you’re not ignorant, you’re not a gullible rube riding in the back of the flatbed with a bunch of sad…

Best Friends and Mean Girls

Mean girls. They’re everywhere. All the time. Even today. But they were especially present in my life during middle school at the Julius T. Wright School for Girls. Yes, I went to an all-girls school. I joined a class of 40 young ladies in the 6th grade. We all looked alike in our maroon and…

A Southern Spring Sonnet

To continue the theme of poetry month that I started on Tuesday with a series of limericks (if you missed them, you can catch up here), I thought that I’d attempt a Shakespearean sonnet. It was a little more challenging with it’s iambic pentameter, which I’m quite sure I didn’t always hit the mark on…

A Tale Told in Limerick

April is National Poetry Month. That’s why I’m recounting my recent trip to Chicago in limerick. Here we go: We drove to Chicago, Illinois To see our fine college boy. We wined and we dined. “The cold!” we opined. That wind is the real McCoy. We spent two nights in Kentucky Which may strike you…