Two years ago just as my neighbor, Barbara, left for a four-day trip, the florist delivered a bouquet of flowers to her door. The white hydrangeas- the star among colorful flowers - peaked out of the top of the plastic. The green stems, held in bondage with a rubber band, poked out at the…
At age 13, Dr. Nallette told my mother it was "Just bad cramps." I hated her then for minimizing the war inside my pelvis. An emergency doctor told me it could be STD's
and prescribed me antibiotics. One doctor said it was in my head
when he told…
After my father died our home on Aldine Street was packed with people for about two weeks. They had come from varying places to offer their condolences, attend the wake and accompany us as we bid daddy farewell. We were grateful for the influx of people but it was the people who lingered after the…
Church began hours before Jonas and Silas Hudson rang the bell for Service at 10:30 a.m. last Sunday. Two hours before words and prayers of comfort entered wearied hearts, people gathered. Donors dropped off bottles of water, perishable foods, toiletries, flashlights, tarps, batteries, any and everything to assist those who were displaced, uprooted and left…
When I was growing up on the island, I used a soft white rock to write sentences on an old car door. My siblings and cousins were my first students; the rock was my chalk; the old door was my chalkboard and the and great outdoors - beneath the trees, shaded from the island sun-…
When I saw Bella Grace Magazine on the shelf at Barnes two years ago, I was smitten, at first glance.
Then at first touch, it felt as though my hands landed on a texture they had been in search of for decades.The cover is smooth and lustrous and perfect. The inside is a soul-surge.For two years,…