It started in the grocery store across the street from my house. I was 24. A guy at least 15 years my senior had been eyeing me while I shopped for produce, and eventually approached me in the greeting card aisle. He asked if he could take me out sometime. I was friendly, but assured … [Read more…]
Three years ago, my partner Graham brought home a magazine he’d run across at work at the USC’s South Caroliniana Library. It was the first issue of Auntie Bellum: A New South Carolina Journal for Women, a collection of art, ideas, and politics from radical women pushing boundaries here in Columbia in 1977. I read … [Read more…]
Last year, I received an advanced reader copy (ARC) of The Tao of Bill Murray by Gavin Edwards, marketed as an epic collection of Bill Murray stories. In exchange for a truthful review, the publisher sent me the polished manuscript, not quite finalized but assumed to be pretty close to what would be published a few months later in September 2016.
As a Bill Murray fan, I was excited to learn more about this somewhat mysterious celebrity and glean what wisdom he has to offer. But I never made it past the introduction.
He asked me to let him in. He looked drunk, possibly dangerous – like many southern men maybe carrying a knife in his back pocket and possibly knowing the correct way to display the Confederate flag off the back of his pick-up truck, appearing as if he just dragged himself out of the depths of … [Read more…]
How’s your back? I hear this question in the voices of wonderfully well-intentioned people in my community. My answer to this question, though, reveals a discomfort within communities of Southern women in discussing chronic pain. I had scoliosis. I say “had” because after spending almost half of my life in treatment, I no longer have … [Read more…]