My mother grew up on Minute Maid’s Florida groves. Her family were migrant workers. From the Carolinas to South Florida, they picked oranges, tomatoes, and cotton. My mother was born in 1942, the last of 17 children. Her family lived in a one-room shack with a dirt floor. Describing the conditions of Florida’s migrant workers, the former United States Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare, Joseph A. Califano, wrote in his memoir, Inside: A Public and Private Life (2005): We …
Category: God’s Waiting Room
He pegged me a tourist taking flicks.“What’s it like?”It’s like crouching under the atmosphere to keep from scorching your head. Earth’s glowing curvature is a celestial levee, a barrier to the darkness. The stars are neon streets and heavenly islands of light. They are as real as phantom pain firing from a severed limb. You stand still, afraid of stepping on the people below. You’re always in the way. Sometimes all you see is the white of clouds. Up there is …
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