Living Collections bring together Hidden South Stories, Road Notes, and Observations about specific subjects r groups of people. Living Collections continue to evolve over time as more content is added and more truths are revealed.
Everyone's kind of looking for love or someone or something. You hitchhike and travel and you're almost hopeless sometimes, but I met this pretty, dope, girl, hitchhiking, and she's been like the crown jewel of the road for me.
I want people to know who I am but the way trans people are treated… someone finds out that I am and they could fucking kill me.
I came here to Grady in 2014 because I was fighting cancer [and got a Grady health card]. This is the only hospital in the country that I have any type of insurance at.
I’ve been to all the lower forty-eight states now, all by train. It’s just like anything else. It’s got it’s ups and downs. The people that you travel with, that’s your family, you know.
I noticed his window was cracked just a little. Just enough for the staff that the guy had given me to fit through. When I saw the crack, I heard the dudes voice say to me, “you might need it to fend off the wolves.”
you ever heard of a whistler as a tool of punishment? I’d come home with a bad grade or if my grandma was just having a bad day… it was a piece of plywood that had holes drilled into it. My dad made it for her.
BW: If you died tomorrow, what would you want on your tombstone? What would you want to be remembered for?