A Roof Over My Head is a Gift to be Thankful For

Daily writing promptWrite about your dream home.View all responses When I was a teenager in the 1950s and 1960s, we lived in a neighborhood where everyone was black due to segregation. There were beautiful brick houses that I craved to live in. We lived in a three-room wooden apartment, with the bathroom tacked on to... Continue Reading →

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