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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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I write to learn. I write to gain insight and new perspectives. I write for forgiveness and to let go. I write to understand and not... -
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.... -
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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