Not so plain Jane

Jane, Jane, Jane, You'll probably kill me for this (or at least you'll want to). I can't stop thinking about writing this letter to you, and when I can't get something off my mind, I take action. I think you know this about me, so I'm pretty sure you'll forgive me even though you don't... Continue Reading →

Learning to teach

A wise woman named Mauzelle who managed the Arkansas Methodist Church archives at Hendrix University once told me, as she tried to share her lunch with me while I researched Methodist women in the Ozarks, that she loves history and wants to do everything she can to preserve it. “It’s so important, you see, because... Continue Reading →

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