Southern Hospitality? More Like Southern Hostility (Or Judging Others Judging Me)

Author posing in front of her RV, Cherry — where she lived and wrote while traveling throughout the United States — wearing the shirt mentioned in this article. She still #TravelswithCherry today.

“My husband doesn’t like me to work,” the shop keeper, a petite woman who likely chills when the temperature drops below 68, mentioned as I flipped through racks of consignment clothing. She wore ballet flats and short hair set at the salon. “I told him, ‘It’s just one day a week. It’s fun for me. Leave me alone.’”