Today is my 27th day as a Mississippi resident, even though I still need to update my driver’s license, vehicle registration, and bank accounts accordingly. My ears still haven’t fully adjusted to the gumbo-thick sound of the natives that envelops me whenever I step outside my work-from-home bubble. I suppose that will come in due time.
And yet, just when I start to think that Mississippi might not be as horrible and backward as I’ve feared, my eyes are assaulted at nearly every turn with a prominent state symbol that reminds me not to kid myself: the state flag. Continue reading
The woman behind the counter at the jewelry store looks at me quizzically and says, “What is that?” emphasizing “is” and tugging on the vowel sound as if she were pulling taffy, to the point of making it a two-syllable word. Continue reading
One of my favorite sources of entertainment here in northeast Mississippi is my local newspaper, the Daily Journal, and not just for the typos. Continue reading
I need to stop saying things like, “I could never live in [insert name of town/region of the U.S. that I assume is a complete hellhole],” because the universe has enough of a sense of humor that it will force me to live there eventually. Continue reading