I’m a Midwestern gal. Have been since the morning I squeezed red-faced through my momma & into this world.
We’re often referred to as the “salt of the earth” people, give ya a firm handshake, never in too much of a hurry to pass up a weather status exchange.
Trustful, reliable, hard-working.
And, we are, for the most part. We really are.
But sometimes, I also know that’s not the whole story. It’s not the entire experience. I need the truth.
The truth is, while salty people can be found next door, there is also lies the pepper of depression. Just look and you’ll see it.
There is also liberalism (gasp!). Just go east of this conservative state and you’ll find it. Or the west. Or the middle.
The truth is, the nonreligious speckle the plains and are growing, finding their footing in a world that tells them they don’t belong.
We’re a people of the cold winters and hot summers, of corn stalks and half-decent coffee.
We’re a people who don’t buy the school-taught Thanksgiving story because we see the pilgrimage aftermath with our own eyes.
We’re slow to change, maybe slow to accept, but quick to welcome neighbors into our homes.
Yes, we’re a mostly salty bunch… but if you look hard, you’ll see pepper scattered about, too. And that makes it worth sticking around.