25
Aug

A SINISTER TEXT

Sunday was not sunny.  Winter returned overnight and deposited half an inch of ice on the ground, on the trees and on the wires.  Power lines snapped throughout the northeast leaving thousands of residents without heat or light.  Brenda’s condo was somehow spared. The winter gloom belied the time and when she awoke after a …

12
Oct

THE FIRST LESSON

When Sean last spoke to Elijah’s mother he told her he would be over by three thirty. He knew the streets fairly well by now and the safest passage was through the vacant lots; he was pleased to see two cops patrolling – or more aptly loitering – and gave them a half salute to …

13
Sep

ELIJAH

“Elijah, get back here now and clean out your room!” yelled Landi. “I got to git to school Momma. Just leave me alone!” Elijah called back. “Who you yellin’ at?” she admonished him.   “I ain’t one of your friends. Now get back here and clean up your room. And don’t give me no lip!” Elijah …

18
Aug

THE TUDOR

At the end of his first year Sean was less restless, less dejected and more optimistic. He made two good friends, got to play basketball, and was intrigued by an attractive fellow teacher, Brenda. He found a spectacular old era high rise apartment in Old Haven that once housed executives from New York, and it …

8
Jun

2 DEARBORN MIDDLE SCHOOL

Dearborn Middle School, or DMS, was built in the 1970’s during the height of education’s modernization. At the time the concept of ‘opened space’ teaching was in vogue and a number of schools were constructed to accommodate this social experiment. In DMS opened space meant there were no walls, no barriers to differentiate one class …

21
Nov

1 JULY, 2011

Lamont Williams and Danny Hammonds began teaching in Dearborn Middle School two years ago in the fall of 2009. Despite their outward differences – Lamont was black and Danny was white – they selected teaching as a career, loved basketball and were endowed with the ‘male bonding’ instinct that transcended race and culture. At the …

19
Nov

PROLOGUE

Landi jumped and then froze, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. What was that click? Did someone enter or leave? Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure the entire street could hear it. She looked down and examined the knife in her hands, somewhat reassured that she had it. Please God! …