When you read about the New Deal, more often than not, you see FDR’s name, but very rarely do you see the name of the woman who pretty much authored its entire outline – Frances Perkins. It was her, after all, who gave Roosevelt a list of conditions she expected to be met before becoming his incoming Secretary of Labor in 1933.

For students at Lincoln Consolidated Schools, the hurricane relief season is far from over. Since September, students and teachers across the district from Child's Elementary to Lincoln High have been putting together a variety of fund-raisers to help those affected by Hurricane Katrina and Rita. Bianca Von Kulajta, a social worker at Redner Elementary, is still collecting donations from faculty and students, even though their program was only set to run until the end of September.

In a world permeated by technology, it’s hard not to become immersed in it. The patterns we create in our brains become habits, and the habits become our lives.

In a post corona virus world, it’s hard not to feel anxious these days. From watching the 24-hour news cycle of doomsday headlines to the constant flux of quarantine orders, it’s clear what we’re experiencing is far from normal. These days the key is learning how to let go, even when it feels impossible. Uncertain of where to start? Try these tips:

Have you ever wondered why you remember your favorite song more than your favorite book? You know, that one song that’s always playing in your head?

Of all the years to move back to Detroit, Fannie M. Richards chose one of the city’s most tumultuous – 1863. At its onset, President Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1, upsetting many white troops in Michigan who had enlisted solely to save the Union, and nothing else. Then, on March 6th, a race riot the Detroit Free Press called, “the bloodiest day that ever dawned upon Detroit,” broke out after a black tavern owner, Thomas Faulkner, was accused and convicted of raping a

What our brains lack in size, they make up for in substance. We have a sort of hard drive in that three pound noggin of ours that puts even the most high tech robots to shame.

Hannah Hopkins has always been what one might call a creative spirit. As a young girl growing up on a sharecropper's farm in Yazoo, Mississippi she learned how to sew by making star quilts with her friends and family. Then, in her twenties she became a hairdresser, often collecting bundles of corn silk to braid in her clients hair. Nearly sixty-seven years later, she still has her beautician's license. But these days you'll more likely find her making art than doing hair. Working in a variety of mediums, she weaves together intricate compositions bursting with detail.