There’s a strange kind of mirror hidden in the folds of America’s story. One side shows the Whittaker family of West Virginia — a clan whose generations of intermarriage became a global spectacle. Cameras came, the world gawked, and yet the real lesson was never about their faces or their fate. It
This piece is one of my earliest versions of storytelling, written sometime in the early 1980s.Today, in October 2025, my sister brought me the original copy typed, dated, and worn, the paper itself softened by time and water rot at the edges. Reading it again, I revisit the true connection
There are days when the air itself feels thick with indignation—when maudlin speeches, despotic threats, and unwelcome agendas flood our screens, and every headline seems to whisper: beware. I’ve fumed, yes. I’ve sounded the clarion for vigilance. But today I turn to the other side of that story— to the doers. The
The Adoration of Hiroshima” that was part of the peace protest march in Washington DC on the 40th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima in August 1985. In this article, the author shares her personal reflections on how the Adoration of Hiroshima Mas, presented by Peter Minshall and his team
The Rosary mysteries have been on my mind. I mentioned the Sorrowful Mystery in a recent private post, and it has stayed with me. For Catholics, the Rosary has long been taught as devotion, obligation, and daily invocation a practice meant to shape faith. I suppose I am what one
Written By Grace C. Walker