“Back in the day, Momma Ruth’s house looked out over the few acres of cotton that she and Granddaddy owned at the edge of the rolling ravines kudzu vines that consumed the land around them.”
Read More“There should be a quoted caption somewhere saying: “I’m only 35 years old, but I grew up knowing that my Mamma had to hide from the Klan as a girl in the same town where my folks raised me. That thread is bright, clear, and ugly before my eyes. It runs through our whole garment, even for those who don’t see it.”
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