Chapter 3 The dinner party went off without a hitch. Almost. After Lettie had arrived back home from the grocery store, she grabbed as many bags as she could and stumbled into the house, laden with food and supplies. Thankfully, Braxton was walking past the front door and witnessed Lettie almost fall over the threshold … Continue reading Awaiting Boaz: Chapter 3
CHAPTER 1 “There is no point in singing the ‘shoulda, coulda, woulda’ song at this stage in my life. I made my bed five years ago. I’ve been lying in it ever since. Is there any point in looking back over the choices I made? Who wants to reflect on their life and realize the … Continue reading Awaiting Boaz: Chapter 1
Always trust your intuition. That was the lesson Erica learned. She knew from the first moment she laid her eyes on Frank and felt the pit of her stomach plummet that something was wrong. She always knew something was not quite right. Her mouth suddenly dry, Erica set her morning paper down on the kitchen … Continue reading Not Quite Right
For any other 12-year-old, summer vacation is supposed to be a time of fun and the occasional mischievous deed. Those are the months the youth look forward to all year long as they drag themselves to and from school. Never mind the sweltering Virginia heat. The sun's rays bouncing off the cracked pavement surrounding Marquis … Continue reading Hair
If a writer ever says they were never told "no," they're either lying or they're a damn unicorn because writers that always hear "yes" don't exist. If you want to put your words out to the masses, be prepared for a lot of rejection. It's the one experience every writer encounters at some point, once … Continue reading When A Writer is Told “No”
Something else has been nagging me for pretty much all of 2016. No matter how much I ignored it or tried to say it was something else, in the recesses of my overworked mind, I knew exactly what my problem was. For the first time in a long time, though, I didn't know how to … Continue reading Struggling with Depression
I'm going to go ahead and get the obvious out of the way: My opinions about single mothers and Father's Day are exactly that. Opinions. Take what I say with a grain of salt if you must, but I assure you I am not alone in this. So, let's jump right into it, shall we? … Continue reading Dear Single Mothers: Father’s Day isn’t for You
I cannot call myself a feminist. The reason why was not an easy or quick revelation for me, but I can remember exactly how it happened.
Look, I never hide the fact that I'm curious by nature. If I have questions, I need answers. Last night, my question was, "I wonder what people think about my essay?" My answer: to read the comments section. I bet I won't do that again. Let me give a little back story. Yesterday, a pitch … Continue reading I Read the Comments to my Essay about Race…Like an Idiot
I am forever lying to myself. I lie when I say I'm fine. I lie when I say I am rested. I lie when I say I don't miss you. I lie when I say I'm not hungry. I lie when I say I've had enough. I lie when I say my money is right. … Continue reading Liar
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