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The driver of the red Corvette screeched to a stop in front of the restaurant and waited for the valet to open her car door. Justice admired how the street lights bounced off of her new sliver and white Hogan’s as she exited the car.

“I can’t believe you spent $400 on those sneakers,” CC complained.

“Why not? My feet deserve to be pampered. Some women like their heels, I like my sneakers.” She stuck her tongue out at her older brother as they entered the restaurant and were ushered immediately into a corner booth.

Reading time: 8 min

The alarm jarred Song Jackson out of a deep sleep. She hit her alarm clock with force, knocking a stack of bills to the unfinished hardwood floor. She swung her legs from her bed, her feet sliding into the awaiting slippers before she stretched her long lean muscles. She reached for her square-framed glasses, bent to her knees to reorder the bills by the due date, wrapped them in a rubber band and laid them on her nightstand.

She pulled her white cotton sheets tightly around the bed, tucking and folding them as her mother had taught her. Hospital corners. Pulling the worn gray comforter up, she fluffed her pillows.

Reading time: 6 min

When I lived in the country in South Carolina, small frogs and lizards used to make it into the house regularly. I am not a friend to things that are slimy, green and/or jump, so I would squeal while trying to find something to trap them in until I could get someone to do something–anything– with them. That usually meant they were trapped under a coffee cup.

I’m not so cruel that I wanted the creeps to suffocate, so I googled for ideas to repel them. Several sits mentioned cats repel the critters, so we got a kitten. 

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The house I grew up in was built by my grandfather and his brothers. There are a lot of things it lacked, like hot water, but I didn’t know I was poor until I was old enough to start going to sleepovers as a pre-teen.

When I was in the 6th grade, we (mom + little sis + me) moved into a really nice apartment. Nice was a relative term considering the amenities my grandparent’s house offered. The apartment had hot water, two bedrooms, and one and a half baths. It was government housing, so everyone around me was poor too.

Reading time: 2 min

My church in my hometown was founded by my great grandfather along with a few cousins and other black folks that lived close by. The church was about a tenth of a mile from my family’s land. My elementary school sits on land donated by my church. The grocery store we frequented was across the street from the school and church. My life as a child consisted of moving through a very sheltered and small triangle. 

I grew up going to Sunday school, devotional, and then the regular church service. We spent a minimum of 6 hours in the tiny air condition free church sitting on hardwood benches. The sermons never seemed happy to me as a kid. I feel like I always heard about what bad things awaited me if I didn’t live my life according to the Bible. 

Reading time: 3 min
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