MONOLOGUE #4: Southern Subjectivity

A 35-year woman at a Manhattan dinner party. She wears pearls, sparkling earrings, and a jade silk dress. ******** I’m always happy when something strikes me as “Southern.” My sister works in a retirement home in Ridgeland, Mississippi. A 95-year old resident gave her a little frosted-plastic, crystal-looking Christmas tree to sit on her mantle. … Continue reading MONOLOGUE #4: Southern Subjectivity