I became a Charlottean shortly after I learned how to walk. It was preceded by a two-day drive across the country’s flat middle, which was preceded by my mother dropping an armful of groceries in a Walmart parking lot in Omaha, Nebraska. It was punishingly cold. Plastic bags scudded across the asphalt like arctic tumbleweeds, and my mother looked at my brother’s and my ruddy little faces, thought about her lifetime of North Carolina summers, and knew she had to go back. Continue reading
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I lost my job on November 14, 2016. It was my first post-college job, where I was a copywriter at Belk headquarters. Eight hours a day were spent constructing captions for online products. Things like, “Infuse your wardrobe with Mediterranean flair. Inspired by lush sunsets and craggy seas, this free-flowing dress is perfect for a warm night out. Pair it with c
hunky wedges for a finish that’s casually bold.” While it was an excellent first job and I was grateful to have it, the monotony was often maddening. Continue reading
My kitchen smells like Tung oil, which is what they use to stain the thick rims of pool tables. It’s just now starting to feel like “my” kitchen, and I’m slowly getting used to Atlanta being one of my ho
mes. Usually, the intersection of Virginia and Highland Avenues smells like frothy smog soup, loaded with chunks of sizzling burgers and sprinkled with coffee grounds. My street smells eternally delicious. Continue reading
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