GinGin, Her Wig, and the Holy Ghost
Tuesday, September 9th, 2008
By: Charles Clifford Brooks III
I was eight-years-old, growing up in small town Georgia, when I first felt God. Crawford was a languid Southern community with one traffic light and old men telling stories at the barbershop. My home was nestled beside a lake surrounded by thick tracts of forest so a child of my nature [...]






