by Dominique Burleson Roots by the River: the Legacy of the Lumbee In southeastern North Carolina, a river winds through the Sandhills, dark as a moonless night, dark as the water moccasin that glides through her currents. Its banks are lined with pine, juniper, and poplar trees. In the stillness,
by Michele Thomas Hi, I’m Michele! Like my friend Rose Thomas, I live in Brooklyn, New York. But unlike RT, I also grew up in Brooklyn, with the diverse sounds, languages, and stories of New York City all around me. I started writing as a little girl on the
I’d been told my grandfather’s ashes were interred within the walls of Deacon Brodie’s pub in Edinburgh.