Tag Archives: black daughters

Short-orders

During this quarantine my child is intent on making a short-order cook out of me. And ya know what? I’m going to oblige. I’m going to feed her with what her body naturally calls out for (within reason) and teeter between educating her and nourishing her. It’s all the same anyway. We’ve been granted theContinue reading “Short-orders”

Cornbread Vernacular…

The sound of her rich voice put a few more jewels on my crown, added a couple of inches to each hip…took me on a trip back home to a place I’ve never been, yet my soul knows. She makes you remember the future. She makes you remember yourself. Our voices are powerful. Yet, ourContinue reading “Cornbread Vernacular…”