Words from Jacki

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When I was a child, I was surrounded for miles by cotton fields, cotton gins, and the dark, rich soil that the Mississippi River had deposited there in earlier years.   Because the Bootheel of Southeast Missouri is the flood zone of the Mississippi River,...

Years ago, I began writing about how my dad was like the circus man P. T. Barnum, and he was almost a carbon copy of Professor Marvel, the guy who told tales and sold snake oil from the back of his gypsy wagon on the Wizard...

From time to time, I think that it is important for us to examine our traditions and to ask ourselves whether we repeatedly do things over and over because it is somehow important to do so or whether we simply repeat behaviors out of habit....

While I was visiting my mother in the hospital last week, I stopped by the Starbucks coffee shop and ordered a Latte. As she was finishing my order, the little girl, with her Bootheel twang, asked: "Do you want the foam?" I responded with a resounding "YES!"...

I spent many, many childhood nights, sleeping in my grandparents' home. Memory is a mythmaker, and for the longest time, I remembered my grandparents' home as being a grand brick house with a white wooden porch along the back. Calico Cotton by Jacki Kellum I’ve reached the shore...