Lee Payne sat alone on a park bench, gripping the worn leather journal to his chest and facing th...

Lee sat in the window facing the Bridge as calmly as his emotions would allow, waiting the moment...

I was born in the flat fertile Mississippi Delta in 1940. I grew up in a white clapboard plantati...

As a transplanted northern boy, I never understood the motives for such commitment to sacrifi ce ...

Summer wheat, heavy with grain, waved in the July wind, and when touched by the afternoon sun, ca...

Jane Bennett Gaddy has captured in her third installment of the Payne family, JOAB, a piece of th...

Rachel, After the Darkness is a continuation of the struggle in which Jane Gaddy intricately desc...