I have lived in the South my entire life, and I am proud to be a Southern Girl: raised on sweet tea and cornbread, sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair, listening to the harmony of the cicadas, the bumble bees, the humming birds, and grandpa’s guitar. There is something special about the South, that if you’re not from here, you can learn to appreciate it, but it’s never tied to your blood and soul.Another not so pleasant condition we have in the south that one just becomes accustomed to is the humidity. It doesn’t matter what month of the year it is, if the sun is out, there’s humidity in the air. Many people take for granted the humidity because of the after effects on their new hairdo, but the moisture in the air is actually very good for our skin and our breathing. I found this out the semi- painful hard way when I flew out to Arizona for my Doctoral dissertation. When I stepped off the plane, I was hit like a baseball to the gut by the heat. Now, I’m not stranger to the heat, but this was a different heat, a dryer heat. All the way to the hotel, I couldn’t figure out why I was so hot in the 98 degree weather, but I wasn’t sweating profusely. Then it dawned on me. No humidity whatsoever dwelled in the state of Arizona. As if my brain cued in at the exact moment, I immediately suffered an awful nosebleed. This was not going to work. As I checked into the hotel, holding my nose with several napkins, I asked if they possibly had a humidifier I could rent for my stay. To my surprise, the hotel was used to this request and did have one. The bellhop helped me with my luggage and the portable humidifier. Within seconds of plugging it in, I started feeling better. My nose quit bleeding, and my dry, itchy skin which I hadn’t noticed until then when I saw I had been clawing it, stopped bothering me. People may not appreciate the South like Southerners do, but Southerners forget to appreciate what they have sometimes too.