Country. That’s the word someone used to describe me lately. Not because I live in Georgia or because I have a drawl that people outside of our region probably have a difficult time understanding. But I was called country because I have a love and compassion for animals, even the undomesticated kind. I laughed it off and even though I am pretty sure the person meant it as an insult, didn’t take it that way. My child on the other hand was not very happy when he heard the news and expressed his opinion in a way that proved he is indeed a descendant of my family tree. Mama didn’t like the term either, but she may have been triggered by the memory of me being previously called derogatory terms by the ex-husband.