I Was Lucky Enough Not To Face

I Started Trying To Write When I Was In Second Or Third Grade.

Oh, Myr," He Chokes Out. "i Hate Having To Ask This Of You..." He Glances Towards The Car Again, And I Crouch Down In The Shadows, Hoping It's Too Dark For Him To See Whether The Window Is Open Or Closed. The Woman Pats His Arm, Cradling Her Hand Against His Elbow. "you Know I'd Do Anything For You And Hil," She Says. I Like Her Voice. It's Throaty And Rich. "you'd Do Anything?" My Father Repeats Numbly. "even Now? After -?" "even Now," The Woman Says Firmly.

The Government Justifies Keeping Everyone Else In Poverty Because People Seem To Work The Hardest When They're Right On The Edge Of Survival.

...even The Most Independent People Sometimes Needed Help. And If I'd Learned Nothing Else From My Life Thus Far, It Was That You Don't Always End Up Where You Think You're Going.

Amazing, Yetta Thought. Back Home I Couldn't Have Chosen My Own Husband. And Here I'm Thinking About Choosing Presidents, Governors, Mayors, Laws.