Category Archives: Southernisms

This Week’s Southernism, Monday, April 30, 2018

Posted on April 30, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call. — Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides     Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, April 23, 2018

Posted on April 23, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Rain finally stopped and now we have the beginning of summer. They say this was the longest rainy season in decades. Spring has been more like New York than Alabama.”   — Albert Murray, writing from Tuskegee, Alabama, to Ralph … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, April 16, 2018

Posted on April 16, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“The spring of that year had been a long queer season. Things began to change and Frankie did not understand this change. After the plain gray winter, the March winds banged on the windowpanes, and clouds were shirred and white … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, April 9, 2018

Posted on April 9, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Life can surprise you. You want something with every ounce of blood that flows in your veins, and then one day it’s yours. Right there before you. Everything. You break out in a cold sweat with the undeniable realization that … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, April 2, 2018

Posted on April 2, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

To be born a Southern woman is to be made aware of your distinctiveness. And with it, the rules. The expectations. These vary some, but all follow the same basic template, which is, fundamentally, no matter what the circumstance, Southern … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, March 26, 2018

Posted on March 26, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“I think that without the South this nation would have no soul. The South is the soul of this country. That’s the truth.” —Trace Adkins,  country music artist   Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, March 19, 2018

Posted on March 19, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

William Faulkner’s Rowan Oak “No matter what a person does to cover up and conceal themselves, when we write and lose control, I can spot a person from Alabama, Florida, South Carolina a mile away even if they make no … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, March 12, 2018

Posted on March 12, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. … Continue reading →

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, March 5, 2018

Posted on March 5, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“Because I was born in the South, I’m a Southerner. If I had been born in the North, the West or the Central Plains, I would be just a human being.” — Clyde Edgerton

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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, February 26, 2018

Posted on February 26, 2018 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

“We are good at stories. We hoard them, like an old woman in a room full of boxes, but now and then we pull out our best, and spread them out. We talk of the bad years when the cotton … Continue reading →

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