Part 1 My grandfather was the kind of man people called simple when what they…
Part 1 By nine in the morning, Auburn Avenue was already loud with purpose. Streetcars…
Part 1 In the deep winter of 1840, under the long blue shadow of Iron…
Part 1 In the winter of 1824, when the ridges of East Tennessee stood blue…
Part 1 The box arrived on a Tuesday afternoon in late September, carried through the…
Part 1 In the spring of 1888, when the dogwoods were white along the ridges…
Part 1 Ten-year-old Sophie Miller had learned that hunger made its own sound. It was…
The first time William Porter noticed Daisy Stevens, she was on her knees polishing a…
Part 1 Past midnight, the apartment sounded like hunger. Not loud hunger, not the cinematic…
Part 1 The clothes Frank Grant wore that evening were older than most of the…