smntks Says

Mom, Me and Question 3

Three women sat in the descending gloom of the first day of daylight savings time. The hour was early but leafless trees scratched the windows to say how very late it was. Three generations sat in a circle in the sewing room, mom, daughter, granddaughter. Mom grew up in the 50’s in the mythical America […]

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smntks Says

Too, Black

It always starts with the question, first in the eyes, hesitating on the way to the lips but determined to come out:  what are you?  Every mixed race person say amen.  For as long as I can remember, people have puzzled over my features, my hair, my skin color to piece together my race.  The […]

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