Here we are, six years later, six years of mom jeans and golf dates and taking the girls for ice cream. And yet, some of us are still hung up on the perceived "otherness," the "not like us"-ness, of Barack Obama.
At the most recent MLK equality march I had an acquaintance pause long enough to ask me to talk with him about a homeless shelter for Starkville.
A year after the legislature passed Gov. Bryant's plan to require all Mississippi third-graders to be held back if they can't read at grade level, the numbers are depressing.
My grandfather was a share-cropper in Tippah County, a widower trying to raise six daughters in the height of The Great Depression.
The people of Denton, Texas, recently voted to ban fracking within the city limits.
Republicans seem ceaselessly enamored of litmus tests, but the newest one -- Do you believe President Obama loves America? -- makes birthers seem witty.
The old saying about ineptitude goes, "They could mess up a two-car funeral."
Channel-surfing the nightly cable news, one is reminded that certitude is the enemy of sanity.
A few warm days fooled the ladybugs into coming out of hiding. There they were -- a few on the windowsill, one or two on the bedside rug; Sam pointed to the ceiling and asked, "Is that a spot?"
What state Rep. Gene Alday put in words earlier this month struck a chord with many. They believe America in 2015 is a place where a decreasing number of people work to support themselves and their families and are forced to support an increasing number who are shiftless and lazy -- yet have cars, homes, plenty of food, health care, vastly more children than they can afford or care for, super cell phones and plenty of frou-frou including the latest in clothing and jewelry designs.
Race persists as a predominant part of Mississippi life.
About two winters ago while riding alone in the rain in an ATV, I surprised two deer bedded down in a thicket of scrubby trees. Once rousted, the deer sprinted alongside me for four or five seconds before veering off and vanishing into nearby woods. It happened so suddenly and was over so quickly, I was left wondering if it had happened at all.
I am not insane. For this, I have Jon Stewart to thank. Thirteen years ago, it felt like I was in a front row seat on the express train to Crazy Town. That, you will recall, is when the wheels began to come off the Bush administration's argument for invading Iraq, i.e., to find the weapons of mass destruction.
With each of their actions, the world has provided a predictable reaction. There's a very 2001 feel to President Obama's request for authorization to use military force and the nauseating sense that we'll be at war indefinitely.
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