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“This is our fight, too.”
This post is the third in a series of excerpts from my memoir, From Where I Stand, a story of love across race and time. This post follows “Choose this day….” Mom had put a ham in the oven that morning, but forgotten to turn the oven on. When MaMaw took Bryant back to the parsonage…
“Choose this day…”
An excerpt from my memoir, From Where I Stand, a story of love across race and time. This post follows “I thought they would come for me.” Sunday morning, December 14th, dawned clear and cold, stubbornly cheerful. Granddaddy was outside, smoking his pipe. He poked around with his cane in the weeds and ivy on…
“I thought they would come for me.”
An excerpt from my memoir, From Where I Stand, a story of love across race and time. This post follows from a previous one, “You going to that party?” A few days before, the deacons of my father’s church threatened him that, if he allowed his children’s party to go on as planned, with both…
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holy discomfort: Love letters from a reluctant Christian 