Sunday, August 23, 2009
It Was Miss Dooley, In The Solarium, With The Ruler
She was ramrod-straight, chin up, head held high and crowned with two thick braids coiled precisely in the same way, every day. I would sit at my desk with the inkwell and the pencil groove, and stare at her through a tiny hole that I had made in my Weekly Reader that I held in front of my face. I...
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
A Hoarder Named Bea
...I never knew her name, never talked to her, until the day she was mugged. She carried her purse clutched in her left arm against her breast with the strap over her shoulder. I was driving down the street behind her when I was horrified to see a young man run up behind her and try to grab her...
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Sunday, February 8, 2009
Naked Or Hatless?
Countless black women would rather attend church naked than hatless. ~ Maya Angelou Even before she was my daughter-in-law, she started to come to church with my son. She was a spiffy dresser, and was always topped off with a lovely (and interesting) hat. She was very noticeable in a...
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I Give Up
I couldn't find what I was looking for. I've been through boxes and boxes. I've carried out much stuff to the facility dumpster that should have gone there long ago. I now have room for my shoes in the closet. But, I couldn't find the hard copy of the story I started years ago. The computer that I...
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
What One Doesn't Find In The Closet
So, I'm looking through my closet for the box with the papers that include the story that I wrote years ago and can't even remember its name. I really do want to edit it and finish it. It needs a conclusion, a last chapter. It was a murder mystery type story, except, so far, there was no murder that...
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