Writing Slave History as a White Woman

On April 11, 2011, I stood with Joe McGill and 20 other people preparing to walk down a white shell road through 100 very old Live Oak trees. We were walking into an empty village, a village that was home to people for 200 years, ten generations. It was dark, the wind...

Disentangling Myself from Amazon

Let me begin by saying that I find Amazon’s new tactic of encouraging book buyers to visit local bookstores, use an Amazon app to compare prices, and then leave the bookstore to buy from Amazon – I find that abhorrent. That practice encourages people to...

Grackles, Gifts, and a Writing Contest

Just now, the grackles have just descended around my house, and while for many, these massive flocks of birds are nuisances, they have been the best gift of this season for me. I am mesmerized by their flight patterns – the way they all know to take off at once,...