She was black. I was white. Our punishments “fit” our skin, not our “crime.”
Love your writing Holly. The story hit home for me.
What was the note all about???
Enjoyed reading your stories, and was delighted to see Irasha's dolls photographed..
Great story! It's too familiar to me. A boy named Dante and I had a fistfight. For a couple of decades I thought of myself as the hero of the story, but gradually had to admit that I was the jerk. It took so long for me to realize that.
Love your writing Holly. The story hit home for me.
What was the note all about???
Enjoyed reading your stories, and was delighted to see Irasha's dolls photographed..
Great story! It's too familiar to me. A boy named Dante and I had a fistfight. For a couple of decades I thought of myself as the hero of the story, but gradually had to admit that I was the jerk. It took so long for me to realize that.