Home Economics classes in middle and high school painted pictures of young women like myself blossoming into gentile Southern belles, sipping Mint Juleps on the front porch and planning the next bridge club soiree. However, my fiercely independent nature makes personal protection of vital importance to me as well.
As a Southern-bred woman living in Tennessee, the idea that I would obtain my Handgun Carry Permit (HCP) at some point in my life was a no-brainer. Most folks down here are practically born wielding a couple of 1911s. Getting my own concealed carry handgun was merely a matter of time.
In the days following the arrival of my HCP, I was shocked to discover that there were multiple considerations I hadn’t taken into account when packing heat to run errands or meet friends for brunch.