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My Mother’s House (revisited)
In honor of my mother for Mother’s Day, 2026. The photo is black and white, but I remember the deep wine red of the couch. I used to run my small fingers along the raised design of roses and leaves, tendrils and vines. But in this photo, my mother is a newlywed, and I would…
“You going to that party?”
“An integrated party? In the Harricans?!” When his daughter Bettie told him that a white friend at school had invited her to a party out in the Harricans, Mr. Oney Edwards peered at her with a look that ran the gamut of incredulity. The “Harricans” was a region out to the west of the small…
“They remember.”
What follows is an excerpt from my memoir From Where I Stand, a love story across time and race. The place is Wake Forest, North Carolina. The time is summer of 2021. The windows are down, the AC is off. The July day is hot, but not humid. The Carolina Chocolate Drops are wailing on…
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holy discomfort: Love letters from a reluctant Christian 