It’s a lovely day to sit outside on the lake, sipping iced coffee, and reading Faulkner’s adversary.
Lillian Smith is brilliant at creating long, twisted tales of southern scandals.
It’s a lovely day to have a quiet moment to contemplate how, you too, are a haunted, desperate Southerner, trying to reconcile your desire to be happy with all the darkness you carry with you, that has been passed down for generations.
It’s my birthright to be unstable, beautiful, and miserable. I can’t think of one happy person in my family. I also cannot convey how much of a relief it is to finally realize this.