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The Obsession

Obsession is probably not the primary take-away the author of Reconstruction in Mississippi, 1862-1877, intended. But I read a statistic in Jere Nash’s book that shocked me, and pointed toward the price of obsession. The Slide from Slavery Wealth In 1860, Mississippi was per capita the wealthiest state in America. The economy was...

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My P***s Story

So I was reading a very serious poem from Skye Jackson’s amazing book of poetry Libre, and I was the facilitator for the morning so it was serious business, but I came across a reference in the poem that is part of my life because I live off of Magazine Street and, most days, I pass by Peniston Street, and every time I pass—every time—I...

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There are NO DRAGONS in This Book

For story time at our house, the six-year-old grandson gets to pick out the books. He has a limit of three books per night. We have two shelves of books, but he has a cache of favorites he returns to time and again. I consider this an “in the wild customer satisfaction” survey. A consistent winner in this survey is There Are NO...

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Vonnegut

When I was in high school, I favored a small library located in a strip center. The library shelves began as soon as you walked in the door. From my weird spatial perspective, the library arranged the books backwards—the cataloguing began at the front desk, placing the fiction authors whose names were at the end of the alphabet closest to the...

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A Bomb Going Off

For many years, I thought I remembered a bomb going off. I was a child, no more than ten years old. My mother, my two sisters, and I were living in our redbrick duplex in the Belhaven neighborhood of Jackson. My cousins lived in the same neighborhood. All my friends lived in the neighborhood, and we spent forever wandering its streets,...

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