My life has never been fair. I realize this Sunday morning, sitting on the strange chairs at the Rusk County Jail. Strange because they are wide and blue and have no legs, only a curve like a giant L. My sister and I sit across a table from two ladies in bright orange suits. We […]
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To read Part One of this story, go here. Harold and Joe were gone by the time I got back to the cement square–about 9:00 on Sunday morning. Of the men I had seen the night before, there was only a white man left: the scary one who’d been lying in his sleeping bag, face
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Madison–where I stayed the weekend for a writer’s conference–was a study in contrasts. Saturday, with the sun shining and weekend events in full swing, colorful figures dotted the green lawn in front of the capitol building. Girls in hijab laughed and snapped photos with girls in miniskirts and tank tops. Hundreds of people of many
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Today, a guest post on doughnuts by Gina Martin. If any of you follow Gina’s Home Joys blog, you may have read this post there at an earlier time. If so, it’s worth a re-read. Makes me laugh and cringe at the same time. Her experience is SO what would happen to me, and I
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This is my friend Sandra and I. Sandra cannot hear. She was born that way. Although she can read and write, she can speak no more than a few words of English, and a few of Spanish. Her spoken language is like birds flying, all motion and grace. No sound. I marvel at the flexibility
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