Author: Margaret Evans

If you grew up in Alabama, as I did, you knew all about ‘To Kill A Mockingbird.’ Along with Helen Keller and Bear Bryant, it was one of your few claims to fame. You might not have read the book, but you probably said you had, and maybe you even believed it, since you’d seen the movie so many times. Chances are, your mama even knew somebody who knew somebody who knew Harper Lee…

So, I’m out power walking in my neighborhood a few mornings ago, trying to shake the gauzy shroud of melancholy I’d been moping around in for days. I could feel this column starting in my head like a stubborn seed pushing up through dry, barren soil. An idea was forming, but I didn’t want to let it. It was too amorphous. Too vague. Possibly too controversial. Shaping it up – then toning it down – would be too exhausting. I wasn’t going there. No way.