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“To Kill a Mockingbird” ranks as one of my son and daughter’s favorite books. Right up there with “Les Miserables” for depictions of kind-hearted, benevolent souls making socially just choices in an unjust world. At least that’s what my kids told me, as they recited their favorite lines from ““To Kill a Mockingbird.”
She sat at the bottom of the stairway, holding a sign that read, “Pregnant and Homeless.”As cars rushed past and fumes swirled around her, she… Continue reading
“What if?” she asked in her quiet, modest way. “What if we buy it?”For Barbara White-Davis, who was picking up six fruit trees at the… Continue reading
It started as a prick of conscience. Not like the prick of conscience that suggested I should stop stealing my neighbors’ newspaper — a practice that started innocently enough when I found scores of papers left abandoned to lie on the edge of slush puddles and/or half-buried in snow drifts.
It started off a joyful day as I awakened to an all white world.
Everyone knows and loves the story, a perennial Christmas favorite.
It came to her in a dream.
On the middle shelf at eye level, it posed, alluring and tantalizing.