At this point, you should go with the majors. Now is the time to stick with your large, name-brand charities. Someone who did a good job with the tsunami effort is probably prepared to do...

I still remember her meandering Mississippi kiss. I sipped it like a riverboat captain in the desert. Ah, to be young and naughtily nautical.

There’s a lot of anxiety. There’s uncertainty about what’s going to happen, what’s going on. It’s devastating because of what happened to the city, what happened in Mississippi and other places. . . . I...

You said you left Mississippi in 1854,” Ron says. He turns to Mamuwalde and asks “Were you a runaway slave?” “Not at all,” Cindy Lou answers. “Daddy freed him.” Ron’s jaw almost hits the floor....

Sit on the truth too long and you mash the life right out of it.

Winter came in days that were gray and still. They were the kind of days in which people locked in their animals and themselves and nothing seemed to stir but the smoke curling upwards from...

The moon was obscured by heavy clouds. January was already past the mid-mark and the early delta spring would soon be on them. Already on the night was the faint, fresh smell of buddings and...

Roy Dale suspected that Mississippi was beautiful. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t have anything to compare it to. He hadn’t even ever been out of the Delta.

They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith…

In a little while they were kissing. In a little while longer, they made their slow sweet love.The iron bed sounded like a pine forest in an ice storm, like a switch track in a...

Humans are aware of very little, it seems to me, the artificial brainy side of life, the worries and bills and the mechanisms of jobs, the doltish psychologies we’ve placed over our lives like a...

If there’s a message in Mississippi, it’s that Ronald Reagan was right. Third parties usually succeed in electing the very people they most oppose. In this case, they may have provided the margin to elect...

J.W. and Roy didn’t just snatch the childhood away from Emmett; they stole it from every single black child in Mississippi.

They had buried him under our elm tree, they said — yet this was not totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.

I wanted to read immediately. The only fear was that of books coming to an end.