Nita, Now

Nita studied the plaque on the eighteenth step of the Lincoln Memorial, honoring the very spot where Dr. King gave his famous speech. The eighteenth step, as all the steps, were crowded with protestors. At least five people had megaphones. At least five different chants were fighting to be heard at that very minute. Despite... Continue Reading →

Swatting At Butterflies-One

I sat in front of the coffin, trying not to laugh. But it was a mess. Half the town had shown up, to celebrate the life of a very special lady, and they were still showing up, fashionably late, slamming doors and shushing each other as they huddled around the tent where it was share-your-story... Continue Reading →

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