They didn’t care about the sex of the child. Only that they’d be healthy, strong, have two hands to hold and maybe agree with their mother that their father doesn’t know good music. When The Rhythm Changes

Mourners, faces barely visible under dripping umbrellas, lined the drive. Though, I make out Mr King , he and my father go back and so...

Aunty Shelley shut down the culprit of those words with a quickness. 'Honey.' David when I hadn't moved. My feet didn’t seem to...