Reflections on the South
A year on the water offers glimpses of America that the land-locked never experience.
by Dr. Jerry Reves, BA’65, and Jenny Reves
When you bring an open heart to Appalachia, a summer can turn into a lifetime.
by Kathy Hutson, MS’70
by Kate Daniels
There are old pilots, and there are bold pilots. But there are no cross-dressing, crop-dusting, jitterbugging pilots anything like Neil Cargile.
by Ridley Wills II, BA’56
On the edge of the continent, an ancient bargain is unraveling before our eyes, and even the old-timers don’t know what comes next.
by Frye Gaillard, BA’68
At the family table, each of us feels loved from every direction and buffered from the ugly parts of life.
by Linda Schlesinger Mabry, BSN’66
Nothing says holiday cheer like a beloved relative killed off in the third verse.
by Randy Brooks, BA’70
When the words finally fall into place, it’s almost as good as spontaneous combustion.
by Kevin Wilson, BA’00
Liberals and conservatives, believers and atheists—all are welcome in the hollow square of Sacred Harp singing.
by David Carlton
From Reconstruction to post-civil rights, political activism has been bred in my bones.
by Sheryll Cashin, BE’84
My Revolutionary forebears put the “Nash” in Nashville.
by Hugh O. Nash Jr., BE’67
A ruthless slave driver's decision to free the people he had exploited leaves questions 150 years later.
by Richard Blackett