“But, I don’t want to get off the bus…” Seconds later I found myself standing on the curb with an old black man who also had been kicked off the city bus–neither of us at our intended destination. And we didn’t even get a refund of our fare! I looked at him for an answer.… Continue reading It Started with a Seat
At the age of 17, I hadn’t learned the art of saying no to my mother. She was a force that didn’t tolerate resistance, especially if it was obvious you weren’t going to win. So when she announced I was going to a southern girls’ school for my senior year in high school the decision… Continue reading You Can’t Tell I Went to a Girl’s School?
At the age of 17, I hadn’t learned the art of saying no to my mother. Nor did I have the courage needed to challenge her. She was a force that didn’t tolerate resistance, especially if it was obvious you weren’t going to win. So, when she announced, quite suddenly, I was going to a… Continue reading A Year Below the Mason-Dixon Line
I never thought about being old until I was. I knew older folks, been around them all my life, but I didn’t dwell on the idea that I would someday be old myself. Of course, I knew I would grow old, but I never worried about it. I was too busy living each stage of… Continue reading I’m Old, but Alive