James McBride Dabbs wrote, “Of all the Americans, the Southerner is the most at home in the world. Or at least in the South, which, because of its very at-homeness, he is apt to confuse with the world.” One might see here a nascent...
Typing paper and white-out bought, sacked, and clutched to my breast as if with purpose, I find myself still shopping: is it the wish to be, or the feeling of being already no one at all that lures me through the aisles and aisles of racks of...
