It’s a Small Town After All

Excerpt From A Memoir In the Making

Photo by Edward Cisneros on Unsplash

Before we moved to Round Lake, we went to a Church in Hawthorn, Il. The pastor was a black guy named Troy and his wife was miss Clara. She was the sweetest black lady. She would give us those candies that older women always had in their purses. You know the ones. We were kids, so that made us super happy. Then, there was Jake and Jenny. I think Jake was…