“Here I come, slowpoke!” Even though she was behind me, I could tell Tonya was
My grandmother’s mango tree is so big it’s like the size of an oak tree.
The hut reeked of stale breath. The sour air pressed against Anaka’s nostrils like a
There are days when you feel like you woke up in the middle of something.
Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see is me in Bleu—me in
Clutching three rotten apples in a single hand, she stood at the screen door and
It was a terribly hot September. Though it drizzled now and then, the thick stagnant
The VCR The day has come. Mama and Papa brung the box in the house.
“You were ashes.” As I stood in the doorway of my sister Everette’s bedroom just
At first, there was only the Sun. Shining brightly, he illuminated powerfully in space. Sun
It was cold on the way to Grandma’s house. Mom had plucked Tye and Jordan
“They’re making fun of my Arabic,” whispers my cousin as he squeezes next to me.
If I walked to the window in the kitchen, the little one right above the
My mother never gave me the family recipe for candied yams, so I gotta figure
On Christmas night, I found peace in my mother’s rendition of a Jody Watley song.
