by Do South | Nov 1, 2015 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] “My mama says said loved me but she lied,” Wesley Kidd, near about thirty years old, calls out to anybody that’ll listen. He’s standing in the middle of Talawanda Street, right where...
by Do South | Oct 1, 2015 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] When Bobby Romeo was going on nineteen, he left the hills with his tail afire. I never seen a body want to leave home as much as he did. He said, “Sister, the world’s awaiting,” and then he...
by Do South | Oct 1, 2015 | People
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell Images: courtesy Stacy Mitchum”][/title] When Stacy Mitchum was a girl, she stayed home while her father and uncle traveled to Africa and Australia and Alaska to hunt. After she married, her husband Donnie...
by Do South | Oct 1, 2015 | People
[title subtitle=”words Marla Cantrell images courtesy Joe Bott”][/title] Joe Bott, with his mane of white hair, seems to catch the attention of everyone inside the Fayetteville, Arkansas diner, where he’s come for lunch and to share his story....
by Do South | Oct 1, 2015 | Books
[title subtitle=”review: Marla Cantrell”][/title] It was with great sadness I started reading Our Souls at Night, not because I expected the book to be morose, but because it is the last book Kent Haruf will ever write. The award-winning author died in...
