He Saw Enough of the World

Following is a letter my grandmother, Skipper, wrote to my mother, Rosalind. Bob is the youngest of Skipper’s four children. I was gobsmacked when I found this among my mother’s papers, which I am gathering to create a website dedicated to my mother’s compositions. She must have just moved into the little red house in…

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When a Boy Died and a Georgia City Burned

When I began researching my novel, Cinnamon Girl, I had originally planned to begin with the riots which happened after the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. That event is seared into my memory. I was in eighth grade and two years earlier my mother had married a man who taught high school chorus. I…

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