I need to remind myself that Mama is human, that she is not endless love, and food, and sacrifice. But she makes…
I was ten years old when I first witnessed domestic violence. It was a hot summer day on Hobart street. Children were…
“If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.” — Audre…
“Have you considered writing a book about your life?” It is likely someone has asked you this question, or maybe you have…
Today is our long day. We need to drive nearly 200 miles to cross state lines. Mom and I take shifts, plying…
“Let me know when it starts to burn,” Aunt Mimi would say, pressing down on the silver release of the styling chair,…
“I’m sorry for your loss. Though the coroner’s report said your father departed on June 29th, July 1 (2005) will be the…
My mother’s eyes are bulging, glassy and wild, almost spinning in their sockets with fear. Her cracked lips are pulled back from…
Tamara turned her car into the horseshoe driveway in front of her younger sister Cameron’s college dorm, just managing to wedge her…
By age 6, I knew what nostalgia meant, and it already felt like a dirty word. Nostalgia was a lecture about old…
Let me start by giving my parents the grace they deserve. My mother was only sixteen when she had me, and the…
I stood at that door knowing the second I knocked on it I’d be a murderer. I had just limped two miles…
When you’ve got moxie, you need the clothes to match. When you haven’t got it, they need to match even more. The…
Adesanya’s sunken eyes show shadows and fire. The wet earth opens and moves under foot. Behind the log cabin, beyond the stone…
The parents had been seduced by the impalpable sanctuary of a promise. They had been lured by a cool and crisp country…