A good thing happened today.
People on different sides of an argument found common ground, and the world — or at least the sports world — is better for it.
It looks like we’ll see Major League Baseball this year after all.(more…)
Yesterday, I wrote about a noose found in the garage stall Bubba Wallace’s team occupied for the Geico 500 at Talladega.
I should have waited to comment on the situation until the investigation was finished.(more…)
I want to talk about a noose.
Somebody found one in NASCAR driver Bubba Wallace’s garage at Talladega Superspeedway yesterday.
Whoever put it there wanted to fan the flames of racism and hate, but the plan backfired.(more…)
I gave my Daddy chocolate-covered pecans for Father’s Day, but this post isn’t about what I gave him.
I want to tell you about a few gifts he’s given me.(more…)
There’s a statue in the center of the city where I went to school.
It’s a lady who holds a bug above her head.(more…)
First, a few things you should know:
Without further ado, from July 8, 2014, here’s a hundred words about swimming.
A podcast episode I heard tonight took me back to the Lincoln Memorial steps.
When I stood on them last year I’d known giants of the Civil Rights Movement had also stood there.
Tonight, thanks to a bonus episode of The Washington Post’s “Presidential” podcast, which has episodes about United States president’s lives and leadership, I heard an earlier civil rights giant’s story in a new way.(more…)
Today’s story is about a white boy and a black man, but, at its heart, today’s story is not just black and white.
It is much more.(more…)
This is just a garden-variety story.
My grandparents sometimes had a garden beside the barn in their backyard, and Pawpaw went to till it up one day.
My cousin and I went with him, to “help” I guess.
He tilled the earth, and we watched it turn.
For some reason, maybe just to play in the dirt, I was close enough to the ground to see some of it wiggle.(more…)