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I was born and raised in Louisiana - a small town called Ferriday, north of Baton Rouge.
I am completely and utterly hooked to all the great shows on A&E and Court TV that are about small town murder.
We set the town on fire and burned down every house as a warning to other small towns along the river.
My childhood wasn't very happy. It's a long, grim story about being a Jew in a small southern town.
I was born and grew up in Vandalia, Illinois, a small town of about 6,000. It was farm country, and this was the little county seat.
The dark shadow we seem to see in the distance is not really a mountain ahead, but the shadow of the mountain behind - a shadow from the past thrown forward into our future. It is a dark sludge of historical sectarianism. We can leave it behind us if we wish.
Living in a small town, I knew everybody and everybody knew me.
Over time, we amass limiting beliefs about how life supposedly is - beliefs that are not valid. Then we allow these limiting beliefs to stop us from fully living our happiest lives.
Our house was bombed, and the roof fell in. We were sitting under the stairs of the basement, and we were quite safe, but it brought home the realization. In two nights 400 people were killed in small town.
