Jacob Lawrence, The Life of Frederick Douglass No. 1.
In Talbot County, eastern shore, state of Maryland, in a thinly populated worn-out district inhabited
by a white population of the lowest order, among slaves who in point of ignorance were fully in accord
with their surroundings-it was here that Frederick Douglass was born and spent the first years of his
childhood-February 1818. (1939)
Workbook: February, 2004
- February 29, 2004: They knew they were nearing the center of the insect kingdom...
- February 28, 2004: Inability to judge risk.
- February 27, 2004: Ferocity of conviction.
- February 26, 2004: "This is how people end up junkies."
- February 25, 2004: Echo in the empty pool.
- February 24, 2004: She said, "I need skin," and pulled our shirts up.
- February 23, 2004: "It's not coming by UPS, is it?"
- February 22, 2004: My remorse after conflict.
- February 21, 2004: When we first met our parents were the age which we are today.
- February 20, 2004: Brutality, destructiveness, viciousness.
- February 19, 2004: Ancient history.
- February 18, 2004: Three washers, three dryers, shared by the entire street...
- February 17, 2004: "I didn't like it much. I bled like anything."
- February 16, 2004: Her disrespect for other people's struggles.
- February 15, 2004: Moments of human kindness.
- February 14, 2004: Shock, sadness, remorse.
- February 13, 2004: Tipping point.
- February 12, 2004: The look on his face when he arrived home from college...
- February 11, 2004: "You should come out from behind those drums, boy!"
- February 10, 2004: She knew all along that my heart belonged to a former lover.
- February 9, 2004: Fish.
- February 8, 2004: Green cab, metallic, like the aluminium shine of children's toy racecars.
- February 7, 2004: Rages, seething with violence, as though some devil inside her were whispering words of war...
- February 6, 2004: Panic, although this time, to my surprise, it's not mine.
- February 5, 2004: "What if I meet some hunky Australian man and he sweeps me off my feet?"
- February 4, 2004: The back of my hand, fire-red.
- February 3, 2004: As a child I covered the top part of one bedroom wall with bubblegum trading cards of various oogly monsters.
- February 2, 2004: In a reflux of cold regret I removed them both from my web site.
- February 1, 2004: Vague sortof concept for a specific kind of travel writing.
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