The day after the election, shortly before I made my way home from work, I texted my mom. I didn’t know what to say…
My grandfather was a Braves fan. I’m not sure for how long, if he was a fan only after the team arrived in Atlanta, or if…
The first election I can remember was in 1976. President Ford was up against Jimmy Carter. I was only four and knew…
If asked if I’m a Southerner, I say yes. I don’t hesitate. I was born and raised in North Georgia, after all.
I spent my summers a spy in a Jesus Tree in our front yard.
Every few weeks I encounter a minister on the subway. They surprise me, a sudden voice projecting from the far end of…
We passed four churches on the way to our own: two baptist, one episcopal, one Catholic. Our church looked like none of them. It was…
Here’s the truth. There’s a kind of Southern gentleman we don’t celebrate so much, mostly because they don’t exist anymore or…
For almost twenty years, I sat with my family in the same wooden pew every Sunday morning. Ours was on the right side of the…