It's already 95 degrees outside. Mississippi got the most unorganized weather in the nation.

What you learn today?" I ask even though she ain't in real school, just the pretend kind. Other day, when I ask her, she say, "Pilgrims. They came over and nothing would grow so they ate the Indians." Now knew them Pilgrims didn't eat no Indians. But that ain't the point.

If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

I always order the banned books from a black market dealer in California, figuring if the State of Mississippi banned them, they must be good.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

I reckon that’s the risk you run, letting somebody else raise you chilluns.

Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to crawl back inside those pages again.