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“Choose this day…”
An excerpt from my memoir, From Where I Stand, a story of love across race and time. This post follows “I thought they would come for me.” Sunday morning, December 14th, dawned clear and cold, stubbornly cheerful. Granddaddy was outside, smoking his pipe. He poked around with his cane in the weeds and ivy on…
“I thought they would come for me.”
An excerpt from my memoir, From Where I Stand, a story of love across race and time. This post follows from a previous one, “You going to that party?” A few days before, the deacons of my father’s church threatened him that, if he allowed his children’s party to go on as planned, with both…
“…every wish one lives for or doesn’t…”
A poem. …The body remembersevery wish one lives for or doesn’t, or even horror.- Yusef Komunyakaa(“The Body Remembers”) She wakes, her body rolling over waves that do not crest.The tide has carried her out, far beyond the limits of her mother’s permission— She fears she will not make it back.Regret lodges itself inside her chest,…
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holy discomfort: Love letters from a reluctant Christian 