The brain’s hard-wired with the impulse to feed
when given the chance, and it’s why I always double
the garlic in any recipe.
Jimmy Lee Jackson was 26, on February 18th 1965, when a state trooper slammed him against the cigarette machine in a dark café where he and the other voting rights … Continue reading →
A voice on the radio back in 2001 started me down this road—the voice of Sarah Collins, whose sister Addie Mae was one of the four girls killed in the … Continue reading →