Although at 86, Coach is a schoolboy compared to some.
Let the world know we are not “America’s Millstone.”
FOUNTAIN: I especially liked to dance with Mama. She smiled and snapped. I shuffled and shook.
Woman of faith. Of style and grace. Whose disarming smile could tame a young boy’s rage. Whose tenderness and lessons helped to save us. Lift us.
The tree’s green complexion fades inauspiciously, like aging paint — its once thick pyramidal beauty a shallow shell of itself.
my poverty and the need to feed my children in the absence of my ability to find work necessitated that we go on the government dole. I hated it.
I see crumbling brick houses neglected and battered. Neighborhoods where “life” once mattered.