Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
Last evening, my mom and I arrived home from the most lovely Christmas party hosted by the best banker ever, Jennifer Cherney. We took an uber as the wine had flowed and we consumed it as greedily as we had the fresh crab and jumbo prawns.
Our spirits were rejoicing in the beauty of the season. Truth be told our hearts and minds were also in Alabama and what the outcome of the controversial senate race would reveal.
Seeing that my boyfriend lives in the south, I have had the great fortune of spending a considerable amount of time in Tennessee which is adjacent to Alabama. I love the music, soulful people, food, and rapidly expanding economic growth I have witnessed.
As I read stories as I’m reading now, like Mudbound, I’m often left to ponder in fury the hideous not so distant past that these lands tolerated and abided by.
Synopsis of Mudbound, “In the winter of 1946, Henry McAllen moves his city-bred wife, Laura, from their comfortable home in Memphis, Tennessee to a remote cotton farm in the Mississippi Delta — a place she finds both foreign and frightening. While Henry works the land he loves, Laura struggles to raise their two young daughters in a crude shack with no indoor plumbing or electricity, under the eye of her hateful, racist father-in-law. When it rains, the waters rise up and swallow the bridge to town, stranding the family in a sea of mud.
As the McAllens are being tested in every way, two celebrated soldiers of World War II return home to the Delta. Jamie McAllen is everything his older brother Henry is not: charming, handsome, and sensitive to Laura’s plight, but also haunted by his memories of combat. Ronsel Jackson, eldest son of the black tenant farmers who live on the McAllen farm, comes home from fighting the Nazis with the shine of a war hero, only to face far more personal — and dangerous — battles against the ingrained bigotry of his own countrymen. It is the unlikely friendship of these two brothers-in-arms, and the passions they arouse in others, that drive the novel to its tragic conclusion.”
As a Menopausebarbee, when I went to bed with the revelation that Democratic Doug Jones had indeed upset and won the senate seat, the lyrics to Sweet Home Alabama rang in my head. Although this song came out 43 years ago, I know all the voters who did the right thing, can sing along their conscious does not bother you!
Take it away Lynard Skynard…