Here's my Southern Legitimacy Statement: I could dig post holes, shovel manure and handle horses single-handed by the age of 11. I grew up on a farm 45 or so minutes from every school I attended until college. I've never seen my mother wear make-up and I've never seen my grandmother without it. I've been stepped on, head-butted, kicked and bitten by more kinds of livestock than most people have seen in person. The neighbor's kids and I used to play in the hay balers in their barns, the sawdust pile in
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