If you want to know where “My South” is located, you will not find it on a map. “My South” resides in the hearts and minds of its people. This book was made possible through the talent of more than fifty southerners who have shared their funny, touching, and poignant views of the Southland.

What started as a simple advertising campaign for the Turner South network has expanded into a phenomenon. The beautiful language brings the South to life in the experiences, memories and emotions of her people.

My south is home

It’s the tall pines under which I played in my youth

It’s the soft red clay that was a key ingredient in my mud pies

It was those hot summers

When my cousins and I would gather in the shade sucking on icees we had made with red cherry Kool-Aid and a Styrofoam cup

My South has big families where everyone remembers everyone else’s birthday. In my South, we put peanuts in bottles of cola and hot sauce on almost everything. My South was cane-pole fishing and creek swimming. In my South, grandmothers pass around pictures of grandbabies and argue about the best azalea fertilizer. In my South, people still say “please” and “thank you,” “yes, ma’am” and “no, sir.” My South is the best kept secret in the country.