The Hens are in the House!
My little clutch of girls has arrived and are now safely housed, fed, watered, and named. Also, this is what happens when you put your grandsons in charge of choosing names. So much fun!
Chicken Coop Time!
I finally pulled the trigger and purchased a chicken coop kit from Tractor Supply! Here's how it went putting it together.
Peace, Be Still
This is a poem I wrote while I was in prison and facing a particularly difficult moment. I wrote it over the course of two days. The first day I was despairing but on the second day, I had found peace. The context is Mark 1: 35-41.
Analysis of “Letter from Birmingham Jail”
It was there, in my prison cell, reading his words, that I came to understand one of the most horrifying yet fundamental truths of America: however mistreated or underprivileged, whatever injustice I encountered, it was nothing against the backdrop of the Black American experience.
Unremembered Memories
Even though it was the single most important event of my life, I have no memory of it so I am forced to rely upon the memories of others.