After missing a get-together with a few women, Olive told me I should be thankful. She explained that when Gwen, a new neighbor, wasn't quoting the Bible, she finished other people's sentences. “I couldn't wait for it to end,”Olive confessed. Gwen didn't sound like anyone I wanted to spend time with.
Image by lauraelatimer0 from Pixabay Are books we select a window to our core self? If I asked you, what was the last book you read, would I know you better? I might or not. Alex Michaelide’s suspense, The Silent Patient, is more likely to be a repose from reality instead of a glimpse of … Continue reading Values We Hold
A young inmate picks up a rock to throw at a seagull standing in a puddle. Jarvis Master, a black man on death row, raises his arm to stop him. The San Quinten yard got quiet because, in this culture, you stay out of other people's business. Angered, the inmate shouts, "What do you think you are doing?" Jarvis answers, "Don't! That bird's got my wings."
And photo of a man’s face in the newspaper confirmed his guilt. Seriously, I didn’t even have to read what happened. The article’s heading had something to do with kidnapping a child.
le who showed me kindness. A nurse at the sanatorium who stopped by my bed to stroke my face before she left work. The high school teacher who tolerated my rebellious ways and listened instead of punishing. The woman I waited on at the Fireside Lounge...