We have come to the end of another month so I thought now would be as good a time as any to go on a written journey back through the days of June.(more…)
Today, I thought about one of the best opportunities I had as a journalist.
Every June 6 since 2011, my mind has drifted to the day I knocked on a door and what I heard from the man who answered.
I couldn’t find the full original story I wrote so some of the details may be a little off, but what follows is the short version from my memory.(more…)
My mama’s daddy died when I was 7 years old, but I learned a lot about him during the 2,815 days we shared. (more…)
They said it couldn’t be done, but it’s done. (more…)
Walter Nichols sat in a straight-backed chair with his back to the sun, looking at a handwritten, framed letter which lay in his hands. (more…)