Sheila E. books

The Beat of My Own Drum

SnareA length of hide or gut stretched across a drumheadLet no man pull you low enough to hate him.MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.I was fast asleep. Moms and Pops were out at a gig, and my brothers and I had gone to bed in the room we shared, just like always. Juan was three years old and Peter Michael wa...