Allison Glock

Recent Posts By Allison Glock

Why the Southern Housewives are the Most Real of All

Are you watching that show again?” my daughter Dixie asks, her nose wrinkled in disdain. “Yes,” I answer sheepishly. “It’s horrible. I know. Now close the door!” I blame my husband. For years I existed in naïve bliss, unaware of the reality television behemoth known as The Real Housewives franchise. Then, one spring day he convinced me to sit with […]

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Spring Awakening

As the weather warms, the South unfurls from social hibernation. I know it is officially spring when Lois and Ty’s fish thaw. Just down the block, my neighbors tend a koi pond in their yard, and for most of our East Tennessee winter, their fish live in a chilly suspended animation, hearts slowed to a sporadic pulse until the weather […]

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Family Matters

In the South, your people are determined by much more than bloodline. About 40 minutes up the road from my house is the Museum of Appalachia, a sprawling compound of historic cabins, cantilever barns, exhibit halls, and heirloom gardens populated by free-range peacocks, guinea hens, miniature fainting goats, and a particularly docile Highland cow named Clover, who moos when you […]

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Siegfried and Joy

During a holiday away from home, Allison Glock celebrates Santa in Sin City.

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Taking Sides

Some dishes—no matter how bad—show up every holiday season. Every Southern family has one. The dreaded, time-honored dish. The squash casserole or giblet stuffing recipe that has been passed down generation after generation and must be prepared every Thanksgiving come ham hock or high water. This dish generally comes with a name. “Aunt Ida’s potato soup.” Or “Meemaw’s succotash soufflé.” […]

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Tricky Business

One mother’s quest to preserve modesty in a modern Halloween. The same argument happens every October. It begins the day the Halloween costume catalogs arrive.

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Song of the South

Around here, music just happens, emerging from the air around and inside us, effortless as rain. It is our neighborhood Sunday supper, and we are singing “Tonight” from West Side Story as we assemble cheese enchiladas. Peggy, our host, started us off when she absently hummed a few bars while stirring the pinto beans. At the counter chopping cilantro, I […]

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American Idle

Some of childhood’s best moments are steeped in innocent dangers, the joys of not-knowing, and unblocked, high noon sun. I am a lizard. Which is to say, I am most content imprudently toasting myself on a hot rock. Or, as my girlfriends used to say, “laying out.” “You wanna lay out?” “Let’s lay out this weekend!” Laying out was a […]

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Grandpa’s Green Thumb

Andrew Blair was my grandmother’s father, a handsome, fussy Scot with an ego disproportionate to his environment. To be a snob in West Virginia is to exhibit a gross miscalculation of your milieu. That said, his garden was spectacular. Like many of my ancestors, Andrew was a potter. He labored long hours in a crowded, dusty factory a short stroll […]

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What It Means To Be A Mother

Motherhood is hard. It is hard in the ways that matter and in the ways that don’t. It can make you feel as powerful as the sea and as useless as a fleck of mud, sometimes in the same moment.

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