Instead five officers with shorn heads came to feed like leeches from my largest wound. I promise I’ll read it just as soon as I ensure that my little boy isn’t shot in a park for holding a stick cops thought looked like a gun. the only thing scarier than wondering where they go is to be sure that they are gone.
But best of all, twenty-three-year-old Jonathan Hathaway, the new track coach and the principal's son, has his golden eyes set He's a "lemon drop wrapped in licorice": tall, dark, handsome, and as smooth as his silk shirts and leather jacket.
But best of all, twenty-three-year-old Jonathan Hathaway, the new track coach and the principal's son, has his golden eyes set on Keisha Montgomery.
In her senior year of high school, still recovering from the suicide of her ex-boyfriend, Keisha's thrilled to have someone treat her like a woman rather than a girl.
As Jonathan tells her, she's a butterfly ready to try her wings -- much too mature for high school boys, whose only deep thoughts are words from rap songs.
There are many who have misconceptions about friends and family members who simply don’t believe in a god or gods. Livingston gets to a deep emotional truth while describing a scene as mundane as doing laundry. By recounting a discussion between two people…it’s as simple as that. Before a big moment, she goes into a POETIC INTERJECTION. Funny how such moments come between talk of old TV shows and spin cycles, while the man in the pickup outside revs his engine, waiting for his girlfriend to switch her load. ” She’s looking straight at me now, silver curls catching the light.
follows real-life couple Josephine Decker and Zefrey Throwell from the white-hot passion of first love to the heartbreak of breaking up.
He's a "lemon drop wrapped in licorice": tall, dark, handsome, and as smooth as his silk shirts and leather jacket.
He can discuss everything from art to world events, he's traveled the world, and he owns a Jeep, a condo, and a jazz CD collection.
I cooked a stew of anger and guilt, fear and impotence, with carrots and ate and ate until my stomach ached with privilege.
Cuz I no longer want to see any of my soldiers get killed by police… Proudly saying they killed another brother this week…
I really admire work that boasts a solid and logical structure, one that mimics the natural rhythms of life. Because we can all relate to these sorts of things.