
My name is Mary, or at least that’s what I go by now. It’s a name I gave myself after I converted to Christianity. I…
If she’d heard the rumors, if she’d ever forgive me. I’d think about Aisha, my younger sister. Her laughter, a memory I clung to. The…
Ellen lifted the pen, holding it awkwardly in her left hand, and brought it toward the paper. Her hand trembled, not from the performance now,…
Boston would offer more safety than Philadelphia. And eventually, even Boston wouldn’t be enough, and they would have to flee again. This time across an…

Today’s testimony was shared with us by a brother from Iran, Raza Hashemi, who still battles the scars of a haunting past. Once the son…
Rather than the quick execution by firing squad that might have been expected for such serious charges, the officials announced that I would be buried…
“Yes,” Ellen whispered, her voice strained. “And then onward to Philadelphia. ” The officer’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Long journey for someone in your condition. You…
That no William Johnson of means existed. That two enslaved people had gone missing. That a massive search was likely already underway. Within hours, perhaps…
The sling held her right arm immobile, the arm she would naturally use for writing. But even if both arms were free, the result would…
Only when they had walked several blocks, only when they had turned down a quiet street away from the station did Ellen finally stop. She…





