If there's ever a time to be black, it's now. That's what I would say to my daughter, at five at seventeen at thirty nine. I want her to be full of so much self worth the very bounce in her step makes those around her admire her. The woman I was raised by taught …
The Last Good Day
He would watch me read for as long as his restless mind would allow. He would sit with his signature grin, squinting with such intensity I almost believed that he too could see the words I read. Right on cue, he would accuse me of skim reading "No one reads that fast Darby, you're pretending" …