My father always taught by telling stories about his experiences. His lessons were about morality and art and what insects and birds and human beings had in common. He told me what it meant to be a man and to be a Black man. He taught me about love and responsibility about beauty and how to make gumbo.
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What is one to say about June the time of perfect young summer the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
