LB’s Blog
Sept 11th.
On that day in 2001, I was at home in Virginia when the phone rang and a friend told me to turn on the TV. The first plane had hit the North Tower. Smoke billowed out of the gash from the 92nd. to the 98th. floors. My daughter, the artist, 24 years old at the time, was in her Chelsea studio on west 23rd. Street. My husband was in midtown preparing for a morning meeting. I called my daughter first. She was frantic, bewildered, in shock. Not knowing what was happening or if there was going to be a larger attack, I told her to leave her studio...
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I’ve been asked to write something on the subject of “Southern Living” for what’s been titled The She Writes Southern Writers 4th of July Countdown Blog Tour. Phew, that’s a southern fried mouthful. But hey, here in the south we’re used to chewing on some real gritty morsels. And speaking of grits, let’s consider the southern love affair with that oh-so-misunderstood food group, the grit. It’s a group because it’s always referred to as grits (plural) and because it’s always accompanied by other foods. Which makes it a...
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