John Lewis: Rooted Deep in Alabama Soil
“To see who Lewis is, you must start on the family farm near Troy, Alabama, where he spent his childhood preaching to the chickens he cared for, talking his way out of picking cotton, and dreaming of a life beyond overheated Alabama fields and Jim Crow laws.”
The Imperfect Alibi
“The forgotten suspect, the DNA, and the church murders that haunted a detective.”
Desert Renewal
[ASJA Award Winner for First Person Story] A writer learns to cope with her husband’s brain injury:
“The low point for me came a few months after the accident, just shy of our 24th anniversary — the night I realized life would never be the same again. I had been chopping root vegetables to roast for dinner. Kevin was leaning against the refrigerator, keeping me company, and we were laughing for what seemed like the first time in a long time. Then in that instant, he did not know my name and had no idea who I was.
“After more than a quarter of a century of constant togetherness — running our own business together and sharing an office in our house — he could not remember my name. When I saw the look of puzzlement and pain flicker in his dark eyes as his mind searched his now flawed data banks, I rushed to help him.
“‘Echo, my name’s Echo,’ I said gently.”