<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/"
	>

<channel>
	<title>T.D. Carter, Author at midnight &amp; indigo</title>
	<atom:link href="https://www.midnightandindigo.com/author/t-d-carter/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>https://www.midnightandindigo.com/author/t-d-carter/</link>
	<description>A Home for Black Women Writers</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 11:12:39 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<language>en-US</language>
	<sy:updatePeriod>
	hourly	</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>
	1	</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.3</generator>

<image>
	<url>https://i0.wp.com/www.midnightandindigo.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/07/unnamed-file.jpg?fit=32%2C32&#038;ssl=1</url>
	<title>T.D. Carter, Author at midnight &amp; indigo</title>
	<link>https://www.midnightandindigo.com/author/t-d-carter/</link>
	<width>32</width>
	<height>32</height>
</image> 
<site xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">153713158</site>	<item>
		<title>The Devil in the Paisley Dress</title>
		<link>https://www.midnightandindigo.com/devil-in-the-paisley-dress/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[T.D. Carter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 11:12:39 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[ESSAYS]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[On Blackness and other wonders]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[essay]]></category>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.midnightandindigo.com/?p=81603</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[<p>The smell of bergamot grease and hot iron always brings it back—the sticky, humid pulse of an Alabama Sunday morning. At five years old, my world was a haze of golden-brown skin polished with coconut butter until I shone like a new copper penny. In the kitchen of our Chambers County home, Aunt Mae reigned over the stove. The scent of bacon drifted through the house, thick and salty, colliding with the rich, bitter perfume of &#8220;grown-up&#8221; coffee. To me, that scent was the smell of opinions and secrets. I longed for a sip of that dark chocolate gold—adults and</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://www.midnightandindigo.com/devil-in-the-paisley-dress/">The Devil in the Paisley Dress</a> appeared first on <a href="https://www.midnightandindigo.com">midnight &amp; indigo</a>.</p>
]]></description>
		
		
		
		<post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">81603</post-id>	</item>
	</channel>
</rss>
