She remembered home as a place where there were always too many children, a cross man and work piling up around a sick woman.

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and …

The windy springs and the blazing summers, one after another, had enriched and mellowed that flat tableland; all the human effort that had gone into it was com…

Cleric said he thought Virgil, when he was dying at Brindisi, must have remembered that passage. After he had faced the bitter fact that he was to leave the 'A…

Like the East Side tenement, our house was seldom without the sound of music or laughter or questions being asked or stories being told.

I was seven years old. What do you know when you're seven years old? All my life, or so I thought, we'd been in the city of Alexandria, in the Street of the Ca…

Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home.