My Granny relished feeding her grandsons. I’m sure she would rather have been doing other things, but cooking took on a new pleasure when my brothers and I showed up each summer. The smell of your grandmother’s house is unique, and everyone with a Granny can smell it in their mind’s nose at the suggestion. … Continue reading It doesn’t smell the same
Tag: New South
Old school spring break
Growing up in Dallas-Fort Worth, I can’t remember a single spring break vacation. That’s not to say we didn’t have any. I just can’t remember them. We were content to have a week off school, sleep late, watch cartoons and play outside. Now, it’s a different story. Spring break isn’t just for college students anymore. … Continue reading Old school spring break
Pretty in pink
My general fashion rule for a sports coat is this: Navy only unless you’ve just won a golf tournament. As the 2011 Cherry Blossom Festival comes to a close this weekend in my former city of residence, Macon, Ga., I have been reminded of the proud tradition carried on by so many Macon patriarchs and … Continue reading Pretty in pink
A different sort of madness
I live in a sports-obsessed suburb of Atlanta. A nearby public park where I run boasts a number of youth sports activities, and on any given night or weekend, you will find a parking lot full of minivans and SUVs adorned with stickers and magnets representing more sports than you’ll find in the Olympic games. … Continue reading A different sort of madness
What to look for
Life in the New South demands a written record. That’s my premise. Growing up in Dallas-Fort Worth and central Florida did not instill in me a natural appreciation for all things Southern. That fascination, which sometimes borders on morbid curiosity, surfaced during my time as a features writer for The Macon Telegraph. During my first … Continue reading What to look for
New South Essays 