And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.

I started writing it the day after Sept. 11. I was living in New York City. We didnt have any phone service and we didnt have any mail. Like a lot of writers do, I started to write in a voice that I missed.

It seems like at some point you'd run out of awful.

I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.

But after Mr. Evers got shot a week ago, lot a colored folk is frustrated in this town. Especially the younger ones, who ain't built up a callus yet.

Bosoms are for bedrooms and breastfeeding.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.