Mad about the South—that’s me. Other regions hide their oddball relatives in the attic. But Southerners are so proud of quirky that we stick them on the front porch.
I signed on as a copywriter with “Mom’s magazine,” Southern Living, and then waltzed through sister magazine Southern Accents. It was a crash course in all things Southern: cottages, shotgun abodes, dogtrots, grand mansions spared Sherman’s burn, porches made in the shade, lush gardens, blue highways, big city glare, small-town low lights, antiques, blues, the best of American literature, and food, food, food. However, a turn at Cooking Light purged bacon grease from my kitchen.
I took a detour to the Midwest on joining the staff at Meredith Books and Better Homes and Gardens. Iowans are low-key friendly and put on the best state fair. Ever! There you can hobnob with (or flee) any politician flirting with a presidential run. I learned to nibble funnel cakes and turkey legs as big as baseball bats.
After weathering whiteouts, this AL Gal tricky-trotted back South and lived in Virginia. A recent move brought me to Delaware, with close proximity to two destinations beloved by Southerners: Longwood Gardens and Winterthur.
Also, I remain an ardent Francophile and adore Paris, Chartres, Flaubert, Verlaine, antique architectural plates, Left Bank baby bistros, a flea market toss, and Kir. I mix it up with Southern junk funk. Call my house “carnival crazy.”
My career as a writer and editor was anything but predictable. I covered every topic but porn and physics. After writing, ghostwriting, and editing a grandiose pile of branded books and articles, I jumped into blogging bliss. Catch my creative nonfiction (Southern characters welcome), poems, musings, and garden rambles at Random Storyteller. For reflections on writers, poetry, and social media, drop by Catherine Hamrick: Soul Deep Storyteller.<< Find More Team Members