We’re in a pandemic, and some of my friends have fallen ill. I feel helpless. Normally, I’d be able to visit them at the hospital or in their home. But the contagion has prevented me from spending valuable time with the people I love. Growing up, I practiced a mindset
On Monday night, I head to Wanda Tyson’s house — my grandmother who I call Mama. Wanda Dietz, a life-long family-friend, is there to help, too. They both hackle me for my tardiness. “But Mama! It’s raining ice. I took my time.” “Ok,” she says. “Are you coming straight from
I like to watch how people treat “the help.” It’s a way to glimpse inside the person’s character. I come from a working class background. My mother, for example, cleans houses for a living. As a single mom without the ability to pay for childcare, she often brought me to
On Dec. 29, 2020, the Carlisle Livestock Auction closed its doors. Luckily, I was able to celebrate the end of an agricultural era by selling a dozen chickens.
To preserve their dominance, 19th century owners demanded that enslaved people wear inferior clothes as a clear sign of the social hierarchy. Once freed, Jane Keenheel repurposed the fabric into a quilt that showcased her skills, kept her family warm, and symbolized her independence.
Our students need us, but teachers need to make sure our own oxygen mask is fastened before we can extend ourselves to others.
Mary Wallace, the owner and operator of the Wallace-Cross Mill, lost her arm in a workplace accident. Yet, she continued to lead, despite her disability and barriers placed on her because of her gender.