We're so pumped to finally introduce the Our Jackson Home journal—our makeover on the look, feel, frequency, and price of our magazine. Mark your calendars because a month from tomorrow we'll be premiering Vol. 3, Issue 1: Identity at A Night of Storytelling at the CO. Check out this video by Shelby Kee highlighting the exciting changes, then head over to our shop to sign up for a one-year subscription for just $20 (shipping included). Music courtesy of PSALLOS.

The Kernal & the Taco Bell Gospel

It can occasionally seem desirable to be someone else. Perhaps to be someone who doesn’t feel what we feel or who says the right things (or who doesn't care that they don’t). Sometimes I’d like to slip out of myself like an outfit poorly chosen at the beginning of the day and roam about for the rest of the afternoon as another person, as someone who is not me as I or others know myself but who in some way still reflects something essentially true about who I am.

Behind the Scenes with "Made in Marianna"

Sometime between fifth grade and high school my dad altered my musical taste. I didn’t understand it at the time, and I have to give him credit because it was subtle, but now that I have two kids of my own toting around digital devices, filtering all means of communication in the home is an important part of parenting. What does that have to do with the short documentary I recently produced? Today lovers of R&B music have no fewer than four radio stations in Madison County to get their fix.

Too Much Jerk Chicken, Too Little Time (A Good Problem to Have)

There’s a lot of jerk chicken in Joseph Kabre’s future. It’s the most popular dish at Jamaican and African Cuisine, the restaurant he manages. On a typical day, he has enough ready to serve a couple dozen people. But Saturday, March 4, he’s hoping for potentially four times that many customers to show up hungry for the spicy dish. It will take him two days to prepare enough. The chicken has to be smoked, seasoned correctly, and then finished out in the oven.

Stay 731: Worth the Fight

I moved to Jackson a starry-eyed eighteen-year-old ready for the “real world.” I came to Union University to play volleyball and study my way to becoming a chemical engineer who would change the world with brains and athleticism. Three months into my first semester, I had quit volleyball and was failing at my chemistry courses. A few days into my second semester, a tornado blew away all my belongings, including those starry eyes.