Essays

How, I was wondering, could homesickness affect someone who was so sick of home?

My father’s mother wanted “a gentle man” for a second husband, unlike the first. I don’t know about the first, because he died long before my birth and my father rarely mentioned him.

FROM THE CHAPTER 16 ARCHIVE: For a child in small-town Alabama, books provided solace in summers without friends and activities.

I’d never been an outdoors kind of gal, but as my 74th birthday approached, I decided to tame our unruly back acre.

My daughter didn’t go to Alcatraz willingly. She grumbled the whole way, punctuating the morning with sarcasm: “Yay, it’s prison day!” Perhaps she was right — what purpose did it serve to see this horrific chapter of history?

Sometimes I wonder why anyone would want to live anywhere but the South and whether I’ve discovered some secret to life since moving here.