I’m a Jamaican-born immigrant to America where I met a man so elegant and gorgeous, he reminds me of James Bond. After seven years of friendship, when I tried to…
Read moreAuthor Francisco Stork: Letting Go
On this late autumn day, the elms and oaks around my house seem determined to let go of all the leaves that have died on their limbs. Everywhere I look…
Read moreMy father and his replacements
All through my boyhood, my father worked from early in the morning until late at night. I spent a lot of time missing him. When would he come back, I…
Read moreAuthor Francisco Stork: Advice to Young Writers
“What advice would you give a writer starting out?” is the question I am always asked at the end of one of my talks to high school students. I have…
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