Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I’ve chased you all over the US. I visited your grave in the Washington National Cathedral, I got chills there, too. I performed in a historic theater where you once lectured. Chills. I drove past the house where you died in Connecticut. Chills.
When I was just a kid—maybe 10 or 12—I met a man who would leave a quiet but lasting impression on my life: Eugene Lofton. To me, at that young age, he wasn’t just another face on the firing line; he was something extraordinary
A niece’s loving tribute to her Great Uncle, killed in France in 1918 during the Great War.
Dear Lynn,
It’s weird. Weird knowing that you won’t be reading this today. You always read my stuff. It’s how we met. Which only raises questions about your taste in literature.