Memory and Memories

A while back, I wrote about my mother’s elaborately designed garden as one avenue where she could express her creativity.  Doing that has brought her back to mind.  Because she died fifty-four years ago and because we had a seriously tangled relationship, I have...

Racism at a Cemetery

My maternal grandparents, my parents, my sister and brother-in-law are all buried at Elmwood Cemetery in Birmingham, Alabama.  When that cemetery was first constructed and for many years afterwards, it served funeral needs of very wealthy and prominent white citizens...