October 1957. A small mission orphanage on the dry south edge of Tucson, Arizona. This morning, 40 children are going…
The quiet storm has finally passed, and the music industry is left navigating a profound silence that feels altogether too…
October, 1957. Route 66, the bus depot on the east edge of Gallup, New Mexico. A blind man sits on…
No one showed up for my birthday. Not my friends, not my sisters, not my husband’s family, not even my…
Bob Marley was halfway through No Woman, No Cry when he saw her face in the crowd, and his voice…
October 1957, Route 66, a few miles east of Holbrook, Arizona. Frank Mercer is 7 years dead. The Marines buried…
The neon lights of the American Diner cast an orange glow across the parking lot as Jake Morrison walked hand…
My husband smiled when he placed the divorce papers on the kitchen table. That was how I knew he thought…
October of 1958, a cattle ranch on the Musselshell River, 30 miles east of Harlowton, Montana. The cars had been…
The painful void of information surrounding the sudden passing of two-time NASCAR Cup Series champion Kyle Busch has finally been…