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A Song for Sammie
I’m searching for somebody—the person I can help the most through my writing. I don’t know her real name, because she’s a private person, but sometimes I call her Suffering Sammie. If you see her, or if you know where she lives, could you tell her I’m still looking for her? That I never gave…
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Bow-and-Arrow
Bow-and-Arrow Are you a kid, or a kid at heart? Great! Because I need you—and all your goofy friends—to read my weekly posts. To make space for Too Dumb Things, I will reduce my posting frequency on The Author Journey of TAT. * * * …
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Dedication to my Father
Beneath the bones of my skull, imbedded forever, lie all the fingerprints of those who shaped me. But the deepest impressions of all were made by J. Michael Thompson. I was three years old when my father taught me James Weldon Johnson’s greatest poem, The Creation. We memorized it together. But one line was my…
