Wooden Markers on Slave Graves

2009: Mr. Burnett agrees to take me and my friends to Hester Cemetery, in the country between Lenox and Eldorado. The father of my friend Mary, Mr. Burnett is a handsome elderly man. He lives in Eldorado, not too far from the cemetery, in a lovely country home that makes me think of homemade cakes [...]

Keeper of Graves

  Mrs. Miller asks me what I believe in. Just like that. No warning. Out of the blue, the slim woman with dark coffee-colored skin tosses the subject of spiritual beliefs between us, tosses it between the cemetery where she stands and the edge of the woods near me. I’ve been searching in the wooded [...]