Martin Dempsy was a good man. Some might have argued that depending on how well or little they knew him, but he was a good man. He lived in a world that was changing. It was changing for every human, it was changing for the young black man he was. He loved the change he saw coming, and he wanted to be a part of it. He yelled at the self rightous ( Read more... )

"Hold on
Hold on to yourself
for this is gonna hurt like hell.

Hold on
Hold on to yourself.
You know that only time can tell."

It may have not been the most frightening moment, but it was something she'd remember forever. More so than the day her father died. Having been eight years old she didn't remember much about that - except the confusion ( Read more... )

Jay had her arm wrapped tightly around her mother's waist as the women walked across the grassy path. Aida had one arm hugged to herself and the other hand holding onto her daughter. Jay walked slowly to keep her mother's pace ( Read more... )