Last weekend, Jackson was full of authors speaking about their work for this year’s Mississippi Book Festival, the annual “literary lawn party” held...
There’s a heavy rain falling outside. Those fat, summer-storm droplets are hitting, then sliding down, the leaves of the Catalpa tree outside the window....
Last week, amidst a lot of other things going on – applications, classes, my floundering social life – I made a point to do something I have not done...