Let’s be very clear about this, asshole: I’ve been a woman in Arkansas. I know damn well what it means when a man says to me ‘Calm down.’ Being raped comes next, and that’s a...

What Melanie did was no more than all Southern girls were taught to do: to make those about them feel at ease and pleased with themselves. It was this happy feminine conspiracy which made Southern...

You don’t have to be religious to hear God, you just have to be willing, and there’s a big difference between the two.

Well, honey, it is the south. These debutantes know how to verbally kick anyone’s ass. They learned it from their mamas in the womb.

{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain’t gonna be happy in heaven...

With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more.

All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be ‘like Paris handsome and like Hector brave’.

Hold it right there. The only agreement we ever had was that you intended to make me as miserable as possible, and I intended to courageously make the best of an intolerable situation like valiant...

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

Perspective and perseverance are carved by time and constructed by wisdom.

It’s the process of being minimized, invalidated, silenced. It’s the process of being subjected to whatever someone else thinks I owe them. It’s the process of being used, examined, explored, and thrown away. It’s the...