The Bean

I thought of it as punishment, had I been walking the right path I wouldn’t be in this predicament. I questioned God’s use of me and my body. That was only my second mistake in the story. My first was the shot of Stoli’s vodka before peeing on the stick. It mocks me with an…

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“A Deadly Weapon”

1966 Sweat trickled down James’s forehead. The screaming from the crowd was earsplitting. The lights…

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“tea at miss daisy’s”

Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us…

SHORT STORIES

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“Dystocia”

The hand rubbing my back is not soothing me at all. Why are hospital gowns…

“Holding Pattern”

When Lenaya is twenty-seven she begins to see pieces of her mama everywhere. In the…

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“Unresolved”

I stood outside of her room and took a deep breath before going in. I…

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“Saturdays”

I sat in the passenger seat next to Ms. Kramer, my social worker, lookin’ out the…

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Dr. Tubman: The Universe Sent Me a Black Woman Therapist

I sat on the couch of a woman who decorates her office to make it…

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4 Golden Girls & An Awkward Black Woman Who’s Going Through Some Thangs

Every Friday night I come home from work, change my clothes and I flop down…

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Trudging through the Mud: Leaning into Your Mess

The alarm pings and the piercing sound reverberates through the walls. My eyes blur to…

At the Intersection of Black, Queer, and Mother

My journey to motherhood has at once been a step forward into uncharted territory and…

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