At least they’re honest about it! Sad to say, this is where I bank—in Atlanta on Peachtree across from the Brookhaven Oglethorpe Marta Station.
At least they’re honest about it! Sad to say, this is where I bank—in Atlanta on Peachtree across from the Brookhaven Oglethorpe Marta Station.
Prologue: The Briefcase Alabama. September, 2005. My assignment: A magazine story about poverty in Alabama. Fifteen hundred words. Real people, real names. Due in two weeks. High stepping, but I knew where to look. I’d worked at walk-in helping social service agencies, taught school in rural Alabama, and clerked at debtors’ court. I cast a big [...]
This from Lundy Bancroft, an authority on abuse and especially on abusive men: “Rarely has a story of a woman’s courageous fight for freedom been told in such an eloquent and moving way. And, even more unusual, we get an open view into the twisted mentality of a vicious man who was able, like [...]
I’m publisher, president, CEO and chief bill-payer.
Finally, the final book cover. I love it, so do many of you. So the decision is made. This sycamore tree is the tree for As the Sycamore Grows. But reaching this point has been a curvy road. If experience is the best teacher, then I’ll earn a graduate degree soon. Sycamore will launch in October, [...]
Signs and Alabama Memories Coca-Cola. Buffalo Rock. Slow Children Playing. Old signs on the brick wall of Ray’s Furniture Store in Calera, Alabama, shot this time through the lens of Chip Cooper’s camera for his 1989 book, Alabama Memories. I’m drawn to Cooper’s photograph . It takes me back to the 1970s and pop art, [...]
“Why do you paint pictures on the walls?” I asked Brenda Davis. Brenda lives in a run down double-wide down a red clay road in central Alabama. She’s proud of her home. Its roof doesn’t leak, it’s air-conditioned, and the floors are real—as opposed to the caved-in vine-covered dirt-floored structure where she used to live. [...]
Somebody said, I think it was Robert Frost, that home is where when you go there, they have to take you in. How do you picture home? Is it where you came from or where you’re headed? A real place, or what you dream about? Brenda Davis’ dreams picture her home. Literally. Brenda is a [...]
“Would you write a Lenten meditation?” asked the young priest. “I’d like to add your voice to the mix.” Of course, I answered, masking my apprehension. I’m still new to this church, still trying to find my place among its 2000 members when my experience has been in small town Episcopal churches. I am writing [...]
And for late starters such as me, we have to run faster to keep up. I’ve been telling stories since I could talk but only in the last years did I call myself a writer. I never kept clips, never knew I would need them some day. So now I trot but I’m making good [...]