In 1984, I invited members of the Virginia Landmarks Commission to my home on the night of a City Council meeting.

It got lost and nobody could find it.

Please, before I get put under the ground, could you please get the plaque placed?

Whenever I come home and I've been away for a while there'll be a new sign that always makes me smile,

Hate is not a word we use in our home. I don't hate them. I just want justice done.

I feel like I'm drowning. Every night, I'm carrying home loads of things to read but I'm too exhausted. I keep clipping things and Xeroxing them and planning to read them eventually, but I just end up throwing it all away and feeling guilty.