He came into the world meekly. He kept his eyes closed for a long time, listening to the voices around him. Then in the midst of the activity, he heard a voice he had heard many times before in the nine months he had developed in her womb.
“Help stop prostitution! Gimme me a dollar.”
I noticed them as soon as I walked up the stairs to the second deck of the ship. She sat on the stairs that led to the third deck. A black woman with vacant eyes, set in a very ordinary, unsmiling face.
Writers of children’s books have the best job!
I so want my children to grow up West Indian With the carefree confidence of children who know the world belongs to them
Dear Mom and Dad, I am writing this letter because I finally understand my life.
My children began their schooling in the United States. One afternoon, shortly after they moved here, I overheard them speaking about one of their friends and they mentioned that he or she spoke “Kittitian”.