Negroes Into the Schools
Mom's Legacy
No Hats, No Hoods, No Sunglasses.
Erma and Me
My Name Is F-I-O-N-A
Vacation in the Living Room
The Awesome Story of Melissa
Drug Dealers on the Corners
Redneck Riviera
"I was introduced to “Whites Only” on drinking fountains, doctors’ waiting room doors, and in a laundromat. The sign read, “White Only or Maids in Uniform."
"When my dad died at the age of fifty-three, I had married, left home and had five children. Mom was now a widow, both parents gone, both brothers gone."
"Jesse would have a hard time today in his bank-robbing career. At the door the hat, hood and sunglasses police would remove these items and immediately recognize him, arrest him and haul him off to jail."
"Erma discovered what I did: writing is a healing therapy for almost any condition, whether it is raising children, coping with disease or failure, or just living."
"It started one evening. We were all sitting around relaxing. Mom and Dad were reading, and the house was quiet. I started kicking, only this time I was using Morse code for 'Attention" This is me in here. Stand by for a message.'"
"Dad hooked me into Derby Day, too. I listened to it with him. Whirlaway and Citation and jockey Eddie Arcaro are names I remember best."
"The doctor says she needs to have an operation to make her eyes well again."
"In corners they hovered, taking calls on their cell phones, making deals, waiting in line for the next opportunity to see 'the big guy.'"
"I was horrified at the tacky shops and amusement parks that lined the white sand. I cam to romp in the waves, make sandcastles with my children and swim in the surf."
"I guess it was inevitable. Someone had to eat Grandma's face. A three-year-old is the perfect age to appreciate eating a face and getting away with it."