“Sweet Harlem”: A historical fiction short story
I was seven the first time I saw a man lynched. He was strung up from a flimsy branch of a short, stout tree. A dangling, lifeless body with a face caked in dry...
I was seven the first time I saw a man lynched. He was strung up from a flimsy branch of a short, stout tree. A dangling, lifeless body with a face caked in dry...
Jackie Cochran was independent, persistent, she was adventurous and driven to achieve, and when she “set her mind to do something, she was a damned Sherma...
Dr. Susan Anderson was petite and quick witted, and affectionately people called her “Doc Susie.” As the sole physician in Fraser, Colorado for much...
I never thought myself a man of adventure. Quite the opposite actually. Mathematics was my calling and being from a family of means, I studied at Harvard, then ...
“Friends, I shall ask you to be as quiet as possible. I don’t know whether you fully understand that I have just been shot—but it takes more than that to ...
“I was taught by my father that when someone is drowning you don’t ask if they can swim, you just jump in and help.” – Irena Sendler — Note: Irena S...
There was fear in fathers eyes. It was there in the sweat running down his face. And in his frantic shouting to my uncle. My father, a small thin man with soft ...
NYC after a blizzard, 1888
“I am a woman who came from the cotton fields of the South. From there I was promoted to the washtub. From there I was promoted to the cook kitchen. And f...
“It is quite enough to pay taxes when you are not represented, let alone pay a fine if you object to this arrangement.” – Mary Winsor Note: In this photo,...
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