Petey recounts some of his childhood. Give a listen.
When I was a child growing up in Kentucky, it was segregated. I feel very lucky that my parents were members of a Unitarian Fellowship. Not a church for goodness sakes! The thought of a minister and a church scared those pesky activists.
I owe so much to the kindness and patience of African American folks from my childhood. I will never forget that.
Attending the March on Frankfort was my sister’s idea, and I can never forget that.
Well, every year I find the the same male box turtle in a monsoon puddle out by our front gate. A friend asked how...
The geology found at Fort Bowie National Historic Site certainly makes for the diverse flora. Hills or slopes of limestone next to or mixed...
Petey finds botanical treasures among roadside garbage. It always happens this way; stop to look at one cool plant and lo and behold there...
