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What is it like living in Mississippi? Explore where we live, work, and play!

I am so excited! 

We put up our hummingbird feeder this week, after we read reports of several hummingbird sightings in North Mississippi. Honestly, there are not many things on earth that are quite as amazing as a tiny hummingbird. So, I can hardly wait to see the first one that visits our new little farmhouse here in Blue Springs, Mississippi. It will be a treasured memory for my husband and me.

Independence is crucial for fostering self-reliance, confidence, and personal growth in everyone. However, for those with disabilities, independence means autonomy, choice, and more control over one’s own life, rather than depending on others. When one is able to live more autonomously or complete more daily routines alone, it enhances mental health and strengthens emotional resilience. Furthermore, independence supports physical health and allows for personal fulfillment.

I was so happy, until…

A few weeks ago, I slipped on black ice and thought that was the end of my era in Boston. I sat on the top step and had a semi-midlife crisis as I reflected on the words I’d told my colleagues: “If I ever fall, I will have to go home.” I’d successfully convinced myself that I would not be able to live here if I fell. Why did I feel that way? Well, I assumed the absolute worst. Broken or fractured bones and absolute embarrassment. 

Trading cards are currently experiencing a massive, sustained boom. Younger generations are starting to take up the hobby, and those who traded long ago are rekindling their interest. Whether it’s sports (MLB, NFL, NBA) or non-sports cards (Pokemon, Magic: The Gathering), the sensory driving, nostalgic experience of opening a trading card pack spans all ages and demographics.

There was a time when nearly every Mississippi town lived by the rhythm of passing cars.

Travelers stopped for gas beneath buzzing neon signs. Waitresses poured coffee for strangers who became regulars. Motels filled up by sunset, and downtown sidewalks carried the steady hum of people simply passing through on their way somewhere else.

Then the interstate came.

There are a few days on the Mississippi calendar that don’t just happen — they arrive.

Fat Monday is one of them.

It doesn’t tiptoe in politely. It comes in wearing sequins at 10 a.m., holding a drink in one hand and a slice of king cake in the other, and somehow still managing to look like it has its life together.