I think they were maroon colored, upright soldiers standing at attention in a uniform line on one of the lower shelves of the bookcase my father had built for our living room. Looking back, they were a bit of democracy, readily available for all if the inclination was there. Everyone in my community had a …
Tag: Harriet Tubman
Flesh and Blood, Bits and Pieces
I walk for hours. Sometimes my hip would end up hurting from the unevenness of the trek, one foot on the shore, the other in the water. I have learned to wear an old pair of sneakers tied tight so rocks don't get in my shoes. My hair is now long enough to pull back …
The Autonomous Traveler 