When my husband Greg, a videographer, produced a video for an African-American church, I found the church’s history most intriguing. The first preacher of this church was a slave, George W. Dupee, who after many years of ministering to his congregation was sent to be sold at auction. A group of Lexington ministers Continue reading →
How did I get so lucky as to have an older brother like you? Five and a half years between us. Wow. What a blessing for a little girl to know she’s got a big brother who’s always looking out for her. You may have tried to camouflage your fondness for your little sis, but I figured that out early on. Ha! Saw right through it. My hero.