"Something about the South feels as familiar as family, as true as blood. I return because to smell the scent of burning pine needles gives me butterflies as shivery as a new crush. I return because I don’t feel like I’ve had my first real summer swim until I dive into an amber, warm, silt-ridden river. I return because when I sit out on the bayou and watch the sun set while the air smells like rotten eggs and mud and the cranes come and go and then roost on a cypress in the distance, I feel like crying. I return because when I go to San Francisco or New York City and try their seafood gumbo or fried catfish or beignets, the taste seems wrong and alien, but I keep eating because I can never get enough of anything that tastes of home, my home, even if it’s off."

"Against All Good Sense" by Jesmyn Ward, winner of the 2011 National Book Award for Salvage the Bones. Watch/listen to her visit to LIVE this past May here…