Apple Seeds and Deep Prejudices

In the Spring of 2016, I realized I am prejudice. prejudice noun prej·u·dice \ˈpre-jə-dəs\ :  an irrational attitude of hostility directed against an individual, a group, a race, or their supposed characteristics : an unfair feeling of dislike for a person or group because of race, sex, religion, etc. : a feeling of like or dislike for someone or something especially when it is not reasonable or logical All of these definitions fit my condition perfectly. But my prejudices have nothing to do with skin color. Home Sweet Home While preparing a message to give at a ladies luncheon at small church in Southern Kentucky, I got stuck. When I booked the event,…

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My Old Kentucky Home

(Originally published in the Grant County News Oct 13th, 2016) Sherman Mt Zion Road. That’s where the Pennington’s live. All of them. Well, we used to. My father, Donald Pennington, has 6 brothers and sisters, and I remember a time in my life when every single one of them and their families lived on our road. We lived in the white brick house on the curve from the time I was born till the time I graduated high school and moved to Cincinnati.  My parents sold the white brick house that Fall of 2003.  They moved exactly one quarter mile down the road to the old red brick farmhouse that was my Father’s…

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Color-Blinded

This is the most uncomfortable topic I’ve written about. Here’s the thing, I grew up in a small farm town in Kentucky, of the 1300 kids in my school, there were like 3 black kids, and I was friends with them. I wasn’t naïve enough to ignore that there were some people in my town and in my school who were outwardly racist – white people who hated the black families for nothing other than the color of their skin. But it didn’t make sense to me. I moved to the “big city” of Cincinnati two months after graduating high school and my black friend ratio went way up. It’s not like I…

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