Rick Bragg

Recent Posts By Rick Bragg

Cowboys are Her Weakness

On cold, winter days, my mother and I love a good shoot-‘em-up Western. ‘Now wait a minute, Shep. We don’t want to kill us no ol’ ladies, ’cause I like ol’ ladies’ — The actor Dennis Hopper, on Gunsmoke, just before shooting the train conductor My mother is not a panicky woman; she is a Southern one. She was born […]

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From the Magazine’s Pages: Summer Snow

  It was long before Katrina, in those hot, sticky, normal years when people complained how dry things had been. The drought made the already insubstantial dirt weak and powdery, and the piers of the shotgun houses sank into the earth. It is not unusual in New Orleans for an old house to lean, drunkenly. My favorite story was about […]

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When Fireworks Go South

Festivities involving fire, smoke, and gunpowder—what could possibly go wrong?

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Wheels of Time

Cars will always carry us back through the years, on the back roads of our memory.

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Pretty Girl

  To most, she looked like she didn’t stand a chance. But they looked at her and saw different.

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Saving Face

I’ve been peeling labels off my mother for years. First through the words inside the books. And now from their covers.

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All-Night Gospel

Sung late into the night, the words stayed with the boy who didn’t think he was listening. I have reached a place in life where I do not think clearly about the present, or the future. What I do, mostly, is remember, my thoughts triggered by some flyer flapping on a telephone pole, or a scrap of a song.

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Dixie Snow

Where I live, a light snow is a big event, to be wondered at rather than plowed.

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O Christmas Sock

Instead of red velvet trimmed with fur, ours came with a sporty stripe. But what matters most is what’s inside, and ours stretched to hold more joy.

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Fully Dressed

You can keep your stuffing. My favorite Thanksgiving side is just that—on the side—and we call it dressing. The word “stuffing” had a lot of connotations when I was a boy. None of them had anything to do with food.

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