A lot of people ( 3 exactly) asked me why did I name my blog Red Earth Stories. (Its easy to miss the name squished over in the left column, but I really loved this template.) I’m from Georgia. Born here, grew up here, educated here, work here and at this point, looks like I’ll die here. Before you assume that that’s a tragedy, I do travel outside the state and a few times, I’ve even been outside the country. But, back to my point. We Southerners tend to ramble. Why Red Earth? I believe who you are is influenced a lot by where you come from and I come from red dirt. If you’ve ever been to rural Georgia or most parts of Alabama, you already know what I mean. For those of you who don’t:
You can either embrace you past or run from it. I embrace mine. Being Southern, makes up a big part of who I am and since I’m proud of who I am, I want to share a little bit of my heritage. Southern literature has a great tradition from the violent and tragic past of the civil war to the growing pains of civil rights. From the macabre to the just flat out bizarre. I want to contribute to that tradition through my own stories, thus the title.
The next time you’re in our great state, take a visit to a local farm and see a beautiful part of the country. Just don’t wear white shoes!