Black lives matter in different ways to different people in the American rainbow especially bus companies
You have the back rent and come home from work and find everything in a mountain out on the lawn with the kids sitting on the curb crying
Pete’s never needed anything from childhood on. His parents had it all and gave it to him so it’s hard for him to understand why
Alvin didn’t want to be anybody else. He didn’t want to be himself either. Money wasn’t a problem.
There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something
Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings
Melanie cried for hours the day a drunk driver ran over her dog a week after she had an abortion. She loved that dog so much she told her mother she knew
Because he works in an office and… and because she who tans anyway ha… returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s no… yet they rustle in their seats.
Some never hear of him and likely never will— pygmies in Africa, aborigines in Tasmania, the indigenous in South America.
Two people so different can view the poor through different lenses and offer a solution but not the same solution
I turn the porch light on because it’s dark when I go out to find the morning paper. It’s still dark when I start back but when I’m on the porch I reach
Lightning bolts in childhood can scar the soul forever. They’re a satanic baptism when the minister’s your father, mother, brother, sister,
I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city
It boils down to this. There are two kinds of people in Upper Slobovia at the moment, those who prefer hard-boiled eggs chopped in their potato salad
Ten years later he still mourns the death of his friend, Bill, such a smart man he could talk to
