The guy follows behind me into the grocery store with three children tagging along. The sign at the entrance of the Central area grocery store…

If you are a regular reader of this column, you will remember how I gushed over my one-time neighbor Mary Lee Pinckney. When I was a youngster…

Sometimes people are all talk.

Feelings of sadness, anger, distrust and bitterness are like shards of glass slicing through America’s Black community. You witness that expre…

Let’s get something straight. This is not an endorsement for Kamala Harris, the Democratic candidate for vice president. If you see it that wa…

There was a time when I thought pecan trees waited for me to get up in the morning, then they would shed just enough pecans for me to easily f…

Scrolling through my social media list a little over a week ago, I bumped into a live feed that stopped me in my tracks. There was a woman pac…

You probably don’t know Mary Lee Pinkney. For the first 10 years of my life she was the most beautiful girl in the world which, for me, was mo…

It was a great mid-summer morning, lit with anticipation. My dad was going to take me fishing and we were going someplace that would take us o…

Abe’s emotion got my attention the other day because of her soulful intensity on the subject of Black Lives Matter.