Why do I feel so ashamed of my shame and embarrassment? I didn't live like that, but it doesn't matter. Even Eric can't mention my years as a young girl in West Virginia without a sneer and scoff.

Well I know why, because people assume that everyone in these mountains are a bunch of inbred nitwits, and some are. But most aren't. Most are genteel and sophisticated, open-minded and knowledgeable, kind-hearted and helpful and most of all, EXTREMELY hospitable and welcoming. They have a much greater understanding of diversity and good old down home hospitality than people in the north. Maybe there are folks who hate those different from themselves, people who are ignorant bigots, uneducated, lacking culture, but hell, it has nothing to do with being south of the Mason-Dixon or living in the mountains.

For so long I associated my roots with such negative stereotypes and made a point of stating that I was BORN in Florida, spent most of my time in Ohio, and my twenties in and around the nation's capital. I would only reveal my rural heritage to those who shared my regional discomfort and could understand my reluctance to admitting where one-half of my family hailed from.

The Appalachian Mountains are magical and familiar at the same time. The wondrous hills and valleys are comforting and far less intimidating than the Rockies. Misty mountains and lush green valleys lull you in to a simpler and less stressful time: sitting on the back porch and listening to the crickets sing while watching the fireflies' glowing dance.

With the exception of acclimating oneself to the twists and curves of the road (not recommended for the nauseous types) it was absolutely wonderful reconnecting with "my" part of the country.

I learned something of my personal prejudice toward our southerly neighbors, and I think I can finally come to terms with my rural roots and embrace them with pride. I am a little bit country and there ain't nothing wrong with that!