In my early years, my grandmother demanded that I be on the front porch when she saw the first lightning bug. That was tough because it was impossible to know when the first one would flash.
Many thoughts rumbled for space in my head as I watched the media’s relentless updates about the flames slowly engulfing the historic Nottoway Plantation in White Castle.
It seems there is a full-scale effort to beat up public schools in low-income areas. Here is the latest.
I remember a raucous discussion among several guys in my eighth grade history class about a woman we were reading about named Harriet Tubman. All of us spoke “point blank” that we could never …
