Tag: the south
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Six Breakfasts
On our Just Folks questionnaire, we end by asking all of our respondents to make one final choice: Bagels or biscuits? It’s an important question when trying wade through your Southernness and your New York-ness, and a person’s answer can speak volumes about their identity on a cultural and personal level. It also brings me to the topic…
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Inspiration Tuesday: The Living Is Easy
July is in full swing here in New York. The sticky heat of the city has set in, and while humidity is the default in the river valley we call home, it’s not quite the same when it’s accompanied by the smell of hot garbage instead of honeysuckle blooms. So we’re longing for a different…
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Little Big City
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to grow up in a small town. I don’t mean the relative smallness of my hometown as compared to the city in which I currently live. No, I’m talking a truly small town, like the one where my mother grew up — a rural Kentucky hollow…
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How To Speak Southerner In Emoji
Sometimes we Southerners get told that we “talk funny” — that we use outdated words and phrases, that we speak too slow or too low, that we just plain can’t be understood. And I get it: I’ve been known to do a little code-switching myself around my Appalachian family. But I love the way Southerners…
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December Round Up
Goodness gracious, y’all. The calendar tells us there are a scant two days left in 2015, and we suppose it must be true. This year was hard and it was fun, filled with new beginnings and unknowns. We write to you one year older than on January 1st, and we hope perhaps a bit wiser,…
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Ghosts That I Knew
I recently found myself in an airport. I hadn’t been in one for over 7 months, which is a long stretch for me. I used to be able to mark my months by flights: to school, home for Thanksgiving, back for finals, home for Christmas, back for another semester, off to spring break, back again,…
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Gettin’ Loud All Summer Long
Something about summer always makes me nostalgic. The heat, the smell, the sounds — summers always remind me of hot sticky days in Louisville or frollicking in summer rainstorms at camp, two and three-a-day field hockey practices and the post-practice pain that aches in that sort of wonderful kind of way. But most of all,…


