A Plague of Bulldozers: Celestine Sibley and Suburban Sprawl
Introduction Roswell development, 2008 In her 1995 murder mystery, A Plague of Kinfolks, journalist and fiction writer Celestine Sibley (1914–1999) made her feelings clear about Atlanta's sprawl into the area...
Mother Jones: Back in Alabama
...prison than out. "The most dangerous woman in America," one prosecutor called her; "She is a wonder," her friend Carl Sandberg wrote; "The walking wrath of God," Upton Sinclair declared....
COVID-19: Lessons in Ignorance
...response guidance with the catchphrase "follow the science," in effect denying knowledge gaps and glossing over judgment calls that informed their decisions.9Nason Maani and Sandro Galea, "What Science Can and...
Sonic Zora in Florida
...when 'colored' hotel rooms couldn't be had, defending herself against jealous women, putting up with bedbugs, lack of sanitation, and poor food in some of the turpentine camps, sawmills, and...
Image Credits
...Suit, Faceless Man. Painting by Sandy Solomon. 1950 Toni Home Perm Advert, April 5, 2011. Photograph by Flickr user Tiffany Terry. Creative Commons license CC BY 2.0. Batesville Casket Company...
Image Credits
...public domain. Title screenshot from "The Rejected," originally aired KQED, San Francisco, California, September 11, 1961. Screenshot by Eric Solomon, March 2018. Title screenshot from "The Homosexuals," originally aired CBS television, March...
Making History
...pull out spoon after spoon after spoon. Published in I Was the Jukebox (New York: W.W. Norton, 2010). Published: 22 September 2011 © 2011 Sandra Beasley and Southern Spaces...
Another Failed Poem About the Greeks
...somewhere a maiden rattled in her chains. Published in I Was the Jukebox (New York: W.W. Norton, 2010). Published: 22 September 2011 © 2011 Sandra Beasley and Southern Spaces...
Transcript of "When I Say 'Steal,' Who Do You Think Of?": Part Three
...his room in his mother's house, other end of the road, where it comes from, white sand, red dirt, before it gets to asphalt street lights. If he were alive...
The Crowd He Becomes
...view, maybe shadowed in a doorway, japing in a storefront window, listening at a sandwich stand while everyone is talking, his work on every tongue. Maybe he could drift through...