“Twelve years have passed since I bid South Carolina farewell. Trips south of the Mason–Dixon Line are far fewer these days, and friendships that once seemed everlasting over hash browns at Waffle House have now dissipated. I miss not only
the meals, but the heady past, that brief time when a Southern lilt organically invaded my accent, when I almost believed I had been raised on carefree Hilton Head summers, too.”
Read more of Alia Akkam’s love letter to the South here.
Read more of Alia Akkam’s love letter to the South here.
