A Passing
My first memory of Jo Williams-Taylor: I’m a first grader at Thomas Jefferson, and I’m sitting in a big-person’s wooden chair. The chair is butted against Mrs. Williams’ big-person’s desk, and I’m being quizzed about my favorite color, my favorite food, and my date of birth. I feel small around the big stuff, and just as I’m sure I’ve answered all the questions incorrectly, a life-long friendship begins. When I revealed my birthday to Mrs....
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