what color is your collar Boss is your backbone sore from bending over when you clap your hand against your thigh does a little cloud of dust fly off
I showed up for jury duty— turns out the one on trial was me.
Whenever I see sheets drying on the line or smell gumbo simmering on the stove, a flood of memories comes to me. In 1953 when I traveled in the rural South with a group of students, we received the generosity of strangers—African Americans...
