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It began with a Buster Brown Sock Box

There was a box that reappeared under the Christmas tree every year at the house where I grew up, and it happened for as long as I lived there. 1,558 more words

Jaylene Whitehurst

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