It was a simple mix-up; improbable, but not impossible.
Had I volunteered to cook when asking my date out to convince her to go out with me and/or impress her? I guess it doesn’t matter now…
This trip down memory lane is for all you FAMU Rattlers (and other HBCU students) of the mid-to-late 80s!
The only comforting thing about the anger and disappointment I heard in my father’s voice was that I didn’t have to see the facial expression
I’ve been called many things in my life and rightfully so by most accounts. I’ve been labeled incorrigible, wicked, mischievous, trouble/troublesome, wild, “touched” (in the