One of the few Christmases I remember in my youth was the last one before my mother moved to New York to look for work. I must have been about 6 or 7. I had only seen white dolls, but my sister and I awoke to find two beautiful Black dolls, dressed as though they... Continue Reading →
Will Sleeping with a Bible Under Your Pillow Lead to Insanity?
Daily writing promptDescribe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?View all responses As an abandoned child living in the home of an aunt who was a stranger to me, I had to find comfort in the familiar. That was the Bible I had received from school, the little... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 