Tag: Gibson Center
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Still Driving
Two years I’ve held onto this, thinking it wasn’t worth sharing. I changed my mind because it was a perfect day for driving. Some mornings even when you follow all the rules, accidents happen.
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The Wall That Isn’t There
Charlie wiped away a tear. “She kept showing up. She didn’t have to. But she did.” His first sponsor was a Black woman from Sikeston. She was the first person who ever loved him for who he was.
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I Knew His Face
I didn’t know his name. I knew his face. About a man at a round table, a string of numbers in blue ink, and the question I’m still asking about whether I got close enough.
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Between The Buildings
pass through the breezeway at Gibson without thinking about it. Most days I hurry through, dodging conversations. This time someone called my name. I almost didn’t stop. I’m glad I did.