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It might as well have been fairy dust...

I rarely pass the corner of Fillmore and Cruise Streets in my hometown of Corinth, Mississippi, that I don’t picture my mother looking out the front passenger window of our ’57 Chevy, shaking her head at the site of where Rubel’s Department Store once stood. 1,645 more words

Jaylene Whitehurst

Somebody has to do it: Shift work

Somebody has to do it.
Somebody has to care for the sick in the middle of the night or answer the call when shots ring out. 1,910 more words

Jaylene Whitehurst