Sky’s Falling

And, like maniacs, we find ourselves trying to catch it. With every thud, we suit up and shimmy into the light. Ten-year-old girls have wild imaginations.

With the calm of the noon air, Ms. Daisy came out of her back door, searching for tidbits of sky to trap for next Winter.

Sky’s Falling Part II

If you’re fishing for the first installment, it’s here.

We raced though the woods, sun at our backs, trying to beat the stars. Sky was still staring at us, wiggling our minds. We made it home just in time for Mama’s questions.

Why The South Needs to End its Assault on LGBT Rights: A gay Southerner’s perspective

I am many things. A teenager, a photographer, a volunteer, a son, a cousin. I’m also gay. Although my sexuality is a big part of my identity, it doesn’t define me. At my core lie many…

A little ode to the South

Sometimes I miss the South so much.

The wonderfully drawn-out chats at cash registers and in elevators. The non-rhetorical “How are you doings” that yield curve-ball insights. The obligation to connect eyes and share a smile with the stranger crossing your…

Good Country People

If there is one thing Northerners think they understand, it’s the South. The temptation, at least as old as Aesop’s “The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse,” is understandable: there is a certain delight in the superiority complex that comes with cosmopolitanism. After my family moved to rural…