for the love of mississippi. part i.

I remember when I told my mothers side of the family that I’d accepted an internship with Dr. John Perkins and had to relocate to Jackson, Mississippi for one year. Some questioned if this Chicago girl would adjust to seeing chickens crossing the road. I told them I’d give it a try. I’m ashamed at how ignorant we were of the state that I now reverence as the foundation of my lineage. However, I would later discover that my paternal side of the family carried our roots with us from the South to the North often referring to ourselves as “Mississippi Mud”. Read More…