A trip to the grocery store digs up kudzu, old ghosts, and a shot at redemption. ..
With a stir of honey and cinnamon, the tiny girl hands a small clump of yellow to the woman sitting on a park bench. Smiling. Lisping. Looking upward toward another existence— it seems possible no hour will be like this again. The woman thanks her and asks why she’s receiving this small corsage of grace. ..
The Atlanta airport: Where oblivious whites giggle and hide institutional racism and intellectual decrepitude behind a bad Facebook joke. ..