“You learn to
forgive (the South) for its narrow mind and growing pains because it has a huge
heart. You forgive the stifling summers because the spring is lush and pastel
sprinkled, because winter is merciful and brief, because corn bread and sweet
tea and fried chicken are every bit as vital to a Sunday as getting dressed up
for church, and because any southerner worth their salt says please and thank
you. It's soft air and summer vines, pine woods and fat homegrown tomatoes.
It's pulling the fruit right off a peach tree and letting the juice run down
your chin. It's a closeted and profound appreciation for our neighbors in
Alabama who bear the brunt of the Bubba jokes. The South gets in your blood and
nose and skin bone-deep. I am less a part of the South than it is part of me.
It's a romantic notion, being overcome by geography. But we are all a little
starry-eyed down here. We're Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara and Rosa Parks
all at once.”
― Amanda Kyle Williams
― Amanda Kyle Williams
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