First Family

Everybody’s got somewhere to go. Just takes some folks longer to figure out where to.

I guess it comes down to greed. You don’t pay folks, you make more money. That and thinking one race wasn’t as good as another.

What’s a quick fling in the sack compared to decades of indifference?

She wrote the phone number down on another slip of paper, rushed into the bathroom, crumpled up the letter, and flushed it down the toilet. For one paralyzing moment she envisioned federal law enforcement agents hiding somewhere in the White House intercepting her toilet water and reconstructing the letter. But that was impossible. That was the stuff of Orwell’s 1984. Yet in some ways, by living at the White House, she had already seen Orwell’s masterpiece of “fascism perfected” in a way most Americans could never imagine. She

When you love someone you got to be prepared to hate too.

Farming was a risky proposition under even the best of circumstances. Folks who toiled in the dirt could do everything right and a drought or an early freeze could come and wipe them out.

she glimpsed an aging man who had just lost everything and had no idea what he was supposed to be doing with the time he had left to live.

Based on my own experience, boys will mess with your heart and girls with your head.

thousand yards of this place.” “Who is she?

And asking people to take the time to read and actually think about stuff? Heaven forbid.

Issues. The dreaded word. It seemed so innocuous. Issues. Everyone had issues.

My mom said you always write thank-you letters, and besides, I wanted to.

The white men had basically crapped all over the only race that could call itself indigenous in America.

While it was true that the president of the United States was the world’s ultimate juggler of tasks, it was also a fact that the First Lady, traditionally, was no slouch in that department either.

When you didn’t have much, you tended to keep what you had.

engine, picked up the pages, ripped off the rubber band, and