Some people say Tim Royce became a preacher for the wrong reasons.
After I let my brother Rodney die, my father was the last remaining member of my family.
If I were hard-pressed to establish a beginning to it all, I’d have to set it at five years ago, when I was one hundred and ten and caught up in the fray of competition.
Her feet slap the wet pavement in time to the beat in her headphones.
“Come with me, honey, we shall visit the tooth fairy,” he said…. “Dress fittingly, dear, for we be visiting the best dentistry money can buy,”
The clock read 11:15. I had missed biology class again. One more absence meant automatic failure.
“And now, put your hands together and give a big Blues Café welcome to a music legend, Mr. Willie Fast Fingers Jackson.”
A wise pair of sneakers once told me that we all have our lot in life…