I wrote a Preface for the refrigerator, which she never got around to reading.
It had been a frustrating few weeks at school. Individually, a number of white students had displayed their bias in the usual ways—not so funny “jokes,” being adamant about slavery and the Civil Rights Movement being “so long ago,” half-compliments, stereotyping me and my friends—and I wasn’t having it. I fully understand how it’s necessary to let a lot fly—I mean, if I stop to correct someone every time they show their lack of racial understanding, I’ll never get anything done—but enough was enough.
Cody gave his approval of his mother’s new boyfriend. “Before, you had no life,” he said. Diana had to agree with him.
Even a garbage dump can look good when well-photographed. But the freeway just won't shut up. It exudes the subtle jittery scream of a diabolical creature spreading its poison across the big city.
All that should have been Stay loosely tied Dangling on a string