John W. BatemanLetter to the Glitter Kids — John W. BatemanI feel the need to write you a letter that I never received.Oct 18, 2023Oct 18, 2023
John W. BatemanThe Enigmatic Nostalgia of a Piggly Wiggly — John W. BatemanIn some aspects, markers of Southern identity can sound clichéd and near-monolithic: sweet tea; church politics; kudzu, honeysuckle, and…Sep 30, 2023Sep 30, 2023
John W. Bateman5 Decades of a Tuning Fork — John W. BatemanThe strike of a tuning fork resonates foggy images for me of middle school science experiments and the distinct elementary school smells of…Sep 19, 2023Sep 19, 2023
John W. BatemanMigrations — John W. BatemanIf family trees are credible sources, Peter Allison Lewis, who lived in Spartanburg, SC, from 1725 until 1801 (give or take), is a direct…Sep 12, 2023Sep 12, 2023
John W. Bateman7 September 2023 — John W. BatemanThe first official day of my fellowship in Spartanburg. The name sounds formal and official: the Southern Studies Fellowship in Arts &…Sep 7, 2023Sep 7, 2023
John W. BatemanThis Happened Until Shame Walked Into the RoomFlying carpets. Mermaid tails. Force fields, tents, superhero capes. A playground in metamorphic threads. Sometimes I wrapped that blanket…Aug 23, 2021Aug 23, 2021