By Gary Lloyd I always thought it was the steepest hill in the city because the rumble of overhead airplanes seemed to shake the leaves from the trees. They were … Continue reading One final descent to Birmingham

By Gary Lloyd I always thought it was the steepest hill in the city because the rumble of overhead airplanes seemed to shake the leaves from the trees. They were … Continue reading One final descent to Birmingham
By Gary Lloyd If journalism could afford a time machine, I’d go back to Aug. 2, 2010, on Laurel Drive Southeast in Magee, Miss. It was late in the afternoon … Continue reading Why didn’t I write that?
I’ve heard Pulitzer Prize winner and renowned Alabama author Rick Bragg speak several times about “the muse,” that source of creativity a writer relies on to put words on a … Continue reading Making sense of the muse