Photo by Gotta Be Worth It on Pexels.com I saw his determined face on every screen, today. I wonder if I have a clue. I'm far removed from dark scars on backs, and Souls that bellowed gospel songs in groans. I have no idea how it feels to be beaten for drinking from the "whites... Continue Reading →
The mis-education of a small-town white girl
I pulled back the blankets exposing his contracted arm and dark chest. He turned his greying head away from me. I told him my name and what I was about to do. I would bath his arms and upper body, then his lower. I'd help him get dressed and sit at the kitchen table where some... Continue Reading →