While coming back to his home, the man had stopped off at a store and picked up a place…
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I was twenty-five years old, an English teacher, when the love of my life slit her…
They called me Wrigley, but that was a long time ago. Back then I was white…
I am the eyes of my master. He is the important one, not me. He is who matters, though there are times when I wish he would show me…
The old man sits on his front porch, a wedding ring inside his fist. She’d passed. Fifty-five years together. She’d gone in her…