Fried Fish & Family Affairs

When the way ahead isn't clear, the solution, sometimes, is to eat.

I don’t think I’ve been more proud of anything in my life. Writing for The Bitter Southerner has been a years long hope and dream. Being a freelance writer can look a lot like sending out pitches and long stretches of radio silence. But for this story, for this magazine, I launched a strategic crusade that I dare say was successful. Will I reveal my secrets? Absolutely not. But I revealed many a family secret and Eastern Shore secret (much to the chagrin of ESVA locals) in this piece.

Writing it was extremely cathartic. Processing my mom’s breast cancer diagnosis and facing the loss of our family farm was something I needed to do and this story allowed that. Here’s to the many tears that saturate this piece and all the mouthwatering bits too.

And guess what?!? My next Bitter Southerner piece will be out this fall!

In the mean time, enjoy Fried Fish & Family Affairs. My original title was “Drum Ribs,” but I think BS’s choice hits harder. What do you think?