Greenwood District, Oklahoma, 1921: Twelve-year-old Henry Simmons has lived his entire life in Greenwood, Oklahoma, a district north of Tulsa. He's loved by his parents and neighbors, annoyed by his little sister and protected by his community, full of hard-working, successful colored people like his mother and daddy. People call Greenwood "Black Wall Street," and Henry plans to grow up there until he becomes a famous writer or baseball player-or both. Sure, he's seen racism firsthand when he goes with his daddy to the white side of Tulsa. But for most of his life, as long as his friends and neighbors stay in Greenwood, the white residents of Tulsa don't cause too much trouble.Until May 31, 1921. That's the night Henry's life changed forever. His family's life changed forever. The entire town of Greenwood changed forever-all because 19-year-old Dick Rowland, a black shoeshiner working in Tulsa, is accused of assaulting a white, female elevator operator. That accusation and Dick's arrest turn into twelve hours of terror for Greenwood residents. And Henry and his family are right in the middle of the chaos.For these twelve hours, Henry, his mother, and his younger sister Livvie watch white men and women destroy their neighborhood while they miss Daddy, who went to help Dick. Sometimes, Henry, Mama, and Livvie hide; sometimes, they flee; and always, they are shocked by the terrifying behavior of their fellow human beings. Read Greenwood Gone: Henry's Story for Henry's account of one of the most horrible massacres in U.S. history-all because of hatred.Can love win even a small victory in the face of hate? Henry will find out. Please note: All of the author's proceeds from Greenwood Gone: Henry's Story will be donated to the city of Greenwood to be used in a way the residents feel is currently helpful. The publisher will also be making regular donations from the proceeds of the book.

A darkly comic foray into the world of men and women who fake their own deaths, the consultants who help them disappear, and the private investigators who’ll stop at nothing to bring them back to life. “A delightful read for anyone tantalized by the prospect of disappearing without a trace.” —Erik Larson, New York Times bestselling author of Dead Wake “Delivers all the lo-fi spy shenanigans and caught-red-handed schadenfreude you’re hoping for.” —NPR “A lively romp.” —The Boston Globe “Grim fun.” —The New York Times “Brilliant topic, absorbing book.” —The Seattle Times “The most literally escapist summer read you could hope for.” —The Paris Review Is it still possible to fake your own death in the twenty-first century? With six figures of student loan debt, Elizabeth Greenwood was tempted to find out. So off she sets on a darkly comic foray into the world of death fraud, where for $30,000 a consultant can make you disappear—but your suspicious insurance company might hire a private detective to dig up your coffin...only to find it filled with rocks. Greenwood tracks down a British man who staged a kayaking accident and then returned to live in his own house while all his neighbors thought he was dead. She takes a call from Michael Jackson (no, he’s not dead—or so her new acquaintances would have her believe), stalks message boards for people contemplating pseudocide, and gathers intel on black market morgues in the Philippines, where she may or may not obtain some fraudulent goodies of her own. Along the way, she learns that love is a much less common motive than money, and that making your death look like a drowning virtually guarantees that you’ll be caught. (Disappearing while hiking, however, is a way great to go.) Playing Dead is a charmingly bizarre investigation in the vein of Jon Ronson and Mary Roach into our all-too-human desire to escape from the lives we lead, and the men and women desperate enough to give up their lives—and their families—to start again.

By 1813, in an area originally inhabited by Native Americans, including a significant Delaware Indian village located on White Rivers western banks, the future Greenwood was made safe for settlement by the Kentucky and Indiana militias. In 1818, with the New Purchase treaties and establishment of Whetzel Trace, the earliest east-west transportation route through central Indiana, the dense, overgrown forest became readied for settlement. Arising from humble beginnings as Smocktown, the community was officially named Greenfield in 1825, followed by renaming to Greenwood in 1833. The territory has seen tremendous growth through the decades since John B. and Isaac Smock arrived, transforming the land from a pioneer village into a contemporary hub of business and industry. Accused of being a bedroom community of Indianapolis, Greenwood strives to maintain its relevance as a unique and historically proud community.

Named by an early settler's wife as she gazed at the lush surroundings of her summer home, Greenwood was incorporated on December 21, 1857. Growing from a fledgling village into a town that at one time boasted "the widest Main Street in the world," the city grew due to two industries: the railroad and textiles. Railroad companies such as Piedmont & Northern and Seaboard built their way through Greenwood, while textile tycoons such as James C. Self and John Pope Abney worked hard to increase productivity and job opportunities. Soon, education, businesses, and community services followed suit. Greenwood was booming, making the small town a place of educational advancement, great entrepreneurial spirit, and community-minded individuals.

Narrative about an attempt to farm on land opened up by the new Minidoka Irrigation Project in the sagebrush desert of southern Idaho. The story of an American farm woman, her husband and family. Describes farm life and farm pyschology. This intimate record of an acute mind and sensitive spirit to the joys and sorrows, difficulties and satisfactions, and personalities describes the author's fifteen years as a farm woman on the last American frontier.