By Sandy Bogovich and Jim Parks Monday, December 7, dawned gray and ugly over Lake Whitney, a U.S. Army Corps of Engineers hydroelectric pro...

She sat the conference table, a piece of the cheap scarlet ribbon tied in a bow in front of her, eyes blazing with hate and her head shaved ...

I have seen every sunrise of my life through the mouth of the cave. My people have been here since before anyone can remember. At some point...

Creatures tamed by shelled corn and the warmth of the morning sun, the group of does strides away from the pond beside the road, taking tent...

Virginia Lee is from the South. She lives in Memphis and takes care of her mama and she's up for a job in the music business - blues mu...

He mixed the Manhattans, licked the swizzle stick and nodded approvingly at his work, handed me mine and took a seat in his swivel chair at ...

By Jim Parks Mashing bullets into cartridge cases filled with just the right amount of powder, checking the overall length of the finished c...