Journalist Sheilah Bright
She didn't want to come down the stairs for the first few moments. Perched on a shaky bannister, she peered down on a pack of photographers focusing on the graceful curve of a staircase leading to rundown apartments on a backstreet in Cuba. I could feel her watching and then saw her duck into the... Continue Reading →
The hot breath of August blew more trouble across parched Oklahoma on Friday as wildfires destroyed thousands of acres and forced evacuations of several nearby communities. You could smell it. You could see it. And so could the animals. Here on Bright Morning Farm in Sand Springs, I stood with our American Highland cattle and... Continue Reading →
He didn't answer the phone like a man who wanted people to come see his camels."What the hell do you want?"I imagined him sitting in a kitchen with a spread of fried okra and two-day old brown beans parked next to a wad of tobacco drying on a broken saucer.The old man knew his way... Continue Reading →
The sign winked at me at the town's only stoplight. Late for another assignment, I needed to keep moving on to find some weird outdoor museum filled with garage sale knickknacks depicting biblical scenes. I didn't think the Avon bottle Nativity scene or the Beanie Baby Noah's Ark was going anywhere soon so I turned... Continue Reading →
