When the Stories of Enslaved People Speak

When I say that I feel my life’s work is to write about the lives and stories of enslaved people, I’m not exaggerating. . . not even a little.  No subject, no stories, no people in the world fill me with more passion and purpose. And I do no work with more...

Summer, Boxwood, and Imperfection

I used to hate summer.  Okay, I didn’t really hate summer per se, but I didn’t like it either. And I hated the heat.  That’s still true. But one thing I do love about summer is the scents.  Out our front door, the previous owners had planted a sweet...

A Few Names Closer to Justice

In a few minutes, Mosey, Meander, and I are headed to Bremo. We’ll be talking with some folks who are particularly interested in the history of the enslaved community there, who asked specifically to come hear about those people rather than see the plantation...