My California cousin Dede sent me a photo of our Mississippi Delta grandparents. C.M. and Margaret had photographed each other in the backyard of their Yazoo City home. They were …

What’s clear to me today is that once upon a time I took a mental snapshot and pressed into memory an interior space that I wanted for my own. For …

Have you ever noticed how a certain purity of essence can pour from one human being to another? Often the speaker of truth is not even aware of their influence, …

We glided up beside the gas pumps each topped with a glass crown. The filling station was across the street from my Grandfather’s office, a cube-like space where he, 2 …

My feathers were hot and ruffled. I was not to be consoled that summer of vacation Bible school. The delight in gold stars for memorizing a line of Now I …

People remark on my granddaughter Elodie’s legs. It’s been said that they go on for miles and miles. I remember when the same was said for me. This came to …

The two drawers at the bottom of their secretary were inventions of time well spent. Not one of the cousins could resist the eventual examination of what was inside. Filled …

Often before my tiny Grandmother “Wee” made house calls on her friends, she made sure that I could go with her. It’s becoming clear that many of my people did …

Not one here to ascribe to ye ole New Year’s resolution. Never have been persuaded with the merits of such tedium as it stood though it was perfect for bland …

Open my eyes, that I may see Glimpses of truth Thou has for me; Place in my hands the wonderful key That shall unclasp and set me free. Clara H. …