Her throat swelled up with anger and hearts throbbed with pain. The heartache was like a drill striking the black oil of old pain and grievances. Hot, sticky gouts of visceral anger boiled inside her and she raged…. That is the description by Margaret Achiro about how she felt when she and her...

We huddled around a solitary candle, the only source of light in the dingy room. Betty, our hostess, knelt on the floor while we all sat on make-shift stools and chairs. Her children’s voices could be heard from the street and front yard as they played in the dying evening light, clearly remaining...

In 2000, Sarah Harmer blew me away with an album entitled You Were Here. You Were Here was hardly innovative…your basic female singer-songwriter fare with folksy guitar…but the songs were so simple and the melodies so strong that it remains one of my top 10 favorite albums to this day. ...