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SHORT STORIES

“The Search”

The thick warmth of the air engulfs me as I step off the plane. “This…

“Lavender”

T he repass would be at our house. Gram’s closest friend, Mavis, would handle the…

“Don’t Go There”

At bedtime, the little girl I babysat grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Don’t go there.”…

“When the Reflection Stares Back”

When her reflection stared back at her, proud and plus-sized often went horribly in these…

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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…

NARRATIVE ESSAYS

The Bean

I thought of it as punishment, had I been walking the right path I wouldn’t…

My Butterfly Will Never Become A Caterpillar

I am the only girl in my family. When I say ‘only’ I do not…

Black Barbie

Daddy straddled the heap of toys that lived on the floor of our playroom in…

Not my Daughter

“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some…

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“The Passing”

Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of…

Not Part of the Agreement

My nails kept time on the arm of the chaise to the ticking of the…

“Simple Mind Play on Crazy Rose”

About time, Rose grumbled under her breath as she snatched up her two half-filled garbage bags from the ground and made her way toward the front of the line. Even with an…

Not my Daughter

“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some vulnerably-exposed area of my head, neck or shoulders. A few seconds passed and I slowly opened my…

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