I am standing on my back porch, marveling at what turns out to be a sunrise
as beautiful as the ones on vacation, over lakes, or fields of green.
Marveling, because this is a Hamtramck sunrise, and it's never occurred to
me before that crumbly urban areas had such things as sunrises. Or sunsets.
Good Morning, McDougall St. Families of first generation Americans behave in certain predictable manners. Adults tend to keep to their own kind, usually, because theirs is the only language they speak. The kids, however, share a world, floating down a
river of English that their parents can only watch from the shore. First appeared 2003-12-20
Sixty bucks from selling most of their clothes, some ham sandwiches, and a hunting knife is all the girls have to see them safely to Florida. Their first ride calls them stupid little girls, but even at sixteen, sometimes you have to do what you have to do.