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Searching for my brother's grave in the pasture above our childhood home. His body was exhumed and moved to to a new resting place.
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The Road Home
Sometime after I left, this holler was named Sassafras Lane. I was sure I'd left my problems behind in that life sucking red clay....
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Sometimes I think back on decisions and choices I made in life and ask, What was wrong with me? My internal dialogue goes something ...
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Sometime after I left, this holler was named Sassafras Lane. I was sure I'd left my problems behind in that life sucking red clay....
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Site of Kenan Family Literacy Project “What do you mean you’re not coming back?” I couldn't believe it when Mildred asked me that....
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