Some days I’m a black man marching in the 1960’s in a hostile town in the South. Other days I’m a boy living on a reservation, trying to get a decent education at the “white” school despite myriad obstacles placed in my path. Still other days, I’m a girl growing up in Iran during […]
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MIRRORS, WINDOWS AND . . . PENGUINS by Donna Gephart
posted by CBethM
Here’s what I didn’t have when I was growing up in our tiny row house in Philadelphia: a dad who lived with us (my parents divorced when I was really young), enough money to buy even reduced price lunch tickets at school (they cost a whopping $.40 a day, so my sister and I received […]
Rocks at My Head by Donna Gephart
posted by CBethM
The day Frankie Hammer launched rocks at the back of my head all the way home from school, I charged up the steps to our Philadelphia row home, jammed the key on the string around my neck into the lock and hurried inside. While Frankie laughed, I slammed the door closed and leaned against it, […]