A scorching September Saturday in 1997. There’s rowdy cheering and laughter of children running and hopping around outside, and metal … More
Category: Race relations
Good Ole Gladys
“Next time I find you drunk and passed out on the side walk…I’m leaving you there.”
A Mother’s Day Tale
Her lips frown as if she smells a rancid stench while her head nods side to side.
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