For occupational reasons, I subscribe to a ton of magazines. Most of which I do not enjoy reading. Did I say reading? I meant thumbing through. I can get from page 1 to end in less than 3 minutes.

My favorite magazines, however, are anything but typical. Most of which, from overseas (these do not get passed on ... they are clutched tightly to my chest). What draws me in? The writing. I find it to be natural, humorous and honest.

I still remember the day I was sitting in my friend Kay's kitchen when she said "You are not going to believe the name of this new magazine that just came out. You should get your husband a subscription." The name of that magazine, Garden & Gun. It wasn't long after that I had to check it out for myself. Hubby has yet to read it.

GGAugust11coverI enjoy this magazine. And I look forward to each new issue. The content is welcoming (I'm sucked into every single article), the recipes are phenomenal and the local variety rocks. I like the fact that it's not cumbersome. With Garden & Gun, I take my time even more so, versus those infamous fashion issues that are 2 inches thick (filled mostly with advertisements ... ugh).

Just today, I read an awesome article in the Aug/Sept issue about southern women by Allison Glock. While I've never considered myself southern, I've lived in North Carolina for more than half of my life. I've never done this, but I absolutely must share this article with you, snippets albeit. Here are some of my favorite lines pieced together. Thank you, Allison Glock, for allowing me to share.
Southern women are different. That is a fact.

Southern women are leashed to history. For better or worse, we are forever entangled in and infused by a miasma of mercy and cruelty, order and chaos, cornpone and cornball.

No matter what the circumstance, Southern women make the effort. This is less about vanity than self-respect, a crucial distinction often lost on non-Southerners. When a Southern woman fusses over her appearance, it does not reflect insecurity, narcissism or some arrested form of antifeminism that holds back the sisterhood.

Southern women are willing to give, be it time, hugs or advice about that layabout down the road. Southern women listen and we talk and we laugh without apology.

Southern women are also a proud lot. In any setting, at home or abroad, Southern women declare themselves. Leading with geography is not something that other ladies do. You do not hear "That's just how we roll in Napa." Or "Well, you know what they say about us Wyoming girls." You may hear "I'm from Jersey," but that's more of a threat than a howdy.

Southern women know that you can't outrun your past, that manners count, and that your mother deserves a phone call every Sunday. Southern women can say more with a cut of their eyes than a whole debate club's worth of speeches.

Southern women know how to make other women feel pretty. And Southern women know the value of a stiff drink, among other things.

I hope you got a kick out of this, Southern or not.

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