Journalist Sheilah Bright
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 →
The boy stood in the Berber market and stared until I pulled the camera from my face and looked him in the eyes. I thought he might smile, but he didn't. His father flinched in the chair as the souk barber grazed the tip of his ear, but the boy didn't notice. It was my... Continue Reading →
She took a nap between church and mid-afternoon for she wanted to catch her breath a bit before sitting out of the storm winds and watching the people come and go from the rock school building she helped rescue into a senior citizen center. For the first hour or so, I thought the 99-year-old woman... Continue Reading →
If you happen by Jackson Square in New Orleans when the light falls and the tourist tide rolls down Bourbon Street way, you might find a maestro making magic from lips made of crystal. Linger awhile. Laugh at his jokes. Give a little back. He will renew your faith in humankind. It sounds something like... Continue Reading →
