I love Southern Writers, and here's one of my favorites...if you like to listen there's also a link on this page:
A friend and I were talking this morning, and we agreed that this had been a glorious season for Southern Books. I'm not talking bodice rippers, or swooning dixie belles...I'm talking about killing and sex with cousins, rabid dogs and loose morals, shit on the shingle and thick grits with redeye gravy and fresh possum, and and all things disfunctional in ways that can only be Southern.
I've got a couple of days coming up, that I can sit, and write, and so I shall. And I will write of a few things Disfunctional, in ways that only a Southern Woman can.
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