My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.
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Pat Conroy
Teaching seminars on science fiction short stories and gender in popular media this semester.
3 girls in each seminar, and I can do what I want as long as it aligns with some state standards. Yahtzee! Really, really excited.
“The spectacle of an insanely wealthy 20-year-old singer using the phrase ‘who you are is not what you did’ to describe not a reformed criminal or a family member who grievously erred and must be forgiven, but to describe someone she doesn’t really know whose only misdeed is rudeness at an awards show is just jaw-droppingly self-involved, and adding ‘you’re still an innocent,’with its implications of purity, borders on the creepy.”
I'm 26 years old, and I'm originally from Texas. I went to college in California and spent four glorious years living out my Lucy and Ethel dreams. I then moved to the delightful tundra wonderland that is Minneapolis. I've recently returned to my homeland of Texas after a 7.5 year sabbatical. I'm dorky about education and cute animals.