My Sophomore Year I Spent Exactly One

I Have A Dream, And A Plan, To Combine The Commercial Possibilities Of Valentine's Day With The Substance And Meaning Of Black History Month. I Call It: Blackentine's Day.

I'm In Fact A Hair Under Six Feet, But I'm Very Svelte. People Would Never See Me If I Turned Sideways.

It's Much Easier To Make Jokes About Sensitive Issues If There Is Some Dissent, Some Conflict.

Homemade Sweaters Are Always Itchy.

One Christmas My Father Kept Our Tree Up Till March. He Hated To See It Go. I Loved That.