I can breathe again. When I was a young child, no more than 11 years old, I was horsing around with someone who was my age and weighed roughly the same amount that I weighed. At some point in this playing, I wound up on my back with the person sitting on my chest. I…
Tag: hope
Four Years Ago …
I remember exactly where I was, what I did, and how I felt. That day is forever etched in my soul. That was the first time in my life that I was fearful being an African American woman in the country in which I was born. Below is the story of what happened on that…
Savory Sweet Neat 