As I have mentioned before, Ray and I proofread for one another. He reads these posts before they are published and I read his podcasts before he records them. Ray’s next podcast concerns one of the people we knew and…
Lest you think that my husband Ray and I always agree on things, let me tell you my reaction when he first told me the topic of his most recent podcast: “Much More than A Street Name.” I am embarrassed…
Ray and I recently spent a few days in West Tennessee. Several experiences there encouraged me about race relations. Black people and white people have coexisted there since enslaved people worked in the region’s cotton fields. Soul, rhythm and blues,…
I was three years old in 1957, when nine brave African American children volunteered to be the first African Americans to attend Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas. They were Minnijean Brown, Elizabeth Eckford, Ernest Green, Thelma…
