The paradox of home

Preface-

I couldn’t write this without coloring the topic with my perspective no matter how hard I tried. But, after a dozen attemptsĀ to do so, I remembered that this blog is the view from my seat. It doesn’t have to be apolitical. As much as I am always going to try to be neutral on political issues, I won’t always achieve that goal, but I will do my absolute best to share my perspective without pointed attacks on anyone else or their ideology. You don’t have to agree with me, and I expect there are lots of folks that won’t, but remember that I am sincere and my views are shaped by my experiences just like yours.

 

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The original family home

 

I’m from Mississippi, in case you didn’t already know that. In fact, both sides of my family, going back at least three generations on both sides, are Mississippians. I love where I’m from, and I love where I am. I also hate where I’m from, and I hate where I am.

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Football, coffee, and racism

So… I was just hanging out by the coffee pot talking about how much we are looking forward to basketball season to distract us from the misery that football season has delivered this year. As I was making a joke about how poorly the team from Oxford is also performing this year, a new participant sidled into the conversation. He broke the ice with Continue reading