Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

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

I give in and light another cigarette even though last night the surgeon general came on the television set and shook his finger at everybody, trying to convince us that smoking will kill us. But Mother once told me tongue kissing would turn me blind and I'm starting to think it's all just a big plot between the surgeon general and Mother to make sure no one ever has any fun.

And if your friends make fun of you for chasing your dream, remember—just lie.