Paris, France, May 2024 As a black woman raised in the South in Tennessee, I thought that I was an ordinary person, nothing special about me. I was told that I would probably live my whole life in the South, never going beyond the boundary of my hometown. I was also someone who loved books... Continue Reading →
Image Credit: Christian Crocker @ Unsplash Jade left the orphanage at age eleven. She was at the bottom of the hierarchy in a place where no one was wanted, because she had no idea where she came from or knew her family history like other people. Did a stork leave her on the porch? These... Continue Reading →
Serralves Park, Portugal, June 2024 Jenna found a space below the neighbors’ window to eat her burger while eavesdropping on them. They are determined to make her move because she is a foreigner. Written for "Can You Write a Story In...#298" by Esther Chilton. This week's challenge is 28 words, including eavesdrop, burger, and space.
Looking at the beautiful, calm water in the lagoon, My restless spirit finally finds the peace it needs. Free from mail in digital and physical forms, I breathe with nothing my joy to impede. Oh, precious water, you met God first, No wonder your presence quenches our thirst. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #425... Continue Reading →
Image Credit: Jeff Hardi @Unsplash Julia wanted the bandages removed so badly, for the world seemed so dangerous without her eyesight. She worried that someone could hurt her, and she couldn't give an account of their appearance to anyone. She'd learned to watch people like a hawk because she had suffered from mistaking charm and... Continue Reading →
I attended the “fancy” party as Indiana Jones, with a satchel of rocks and a monkey with a balloon of Harrison Ford tied to its wrist. As in a trance, I realized too late that it was not a “fancy-dress” party. Written for "Can You Write a Story in...#297 from Esther Chilton. Today, it... Continue Reading →
As a little girl, my nickname was Baldy. It seems that as a toddler, I contracted some kind of head rash that meant cutting off all of my hair. So, Baldy became what people called me, from aunts and uncles to neighbors. I must have been in the third or fourth grade before I even... Continue Reading →
I was a teenager during the 1960s when the world was changing rapidly. I witnessed the Flower Power movement, protests against the Vietnam War, the Civil Rights Movement, and the Gay and Lesbian Movement. I was a feminist before I had a name for it. As a girl who had to clean house after school,... Continue Reading →
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Needless to say, I suffer many a night without ample sleep because I can't rest until I know the end of the story or the culprit. With bookshelves full of hardbacks and a Kindle with over a hundred books, I will be missing a lot of sleep. I have learned not to start a Daniel... Continue Reading →
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