Richard “Dick” Brogan was a personal friend, and he was one of my heroes. Dick was a white Mississippi Baptist minister who worked tirelessly to build relationships between whites and blacks during segregation and even up until he passed away last year. Not so long ago, Dick was followed, harassed,...

The e-mails kept coming. More often. Longer. Before logging into my Gmail account every morning, I played a little game in my head. No messages today meant there was hope they’d change their mind. Unread e-mail sitting in my inbox indicated a chance to explain myself. Make them see the good in my intentions. . The...

I’ve been doing some thinking about marriage lately, in light of the recent decision by New York state in the U.S. to legalise homosexual marriage, as reported by the New York Times. I myself am married. I committed this act when I was all of nineteen years old. The person I married was just eighteen,...