Sophie pinned her hair at the temples, and swooped out the sides of her eyeliner; she found safety in symmetry.
It terrifies me to think about how many bad things can happen over fried chicken.
CeCe’s nude heels clacked against the concrete sidewalk as she tugged on her black silk dress. It was the only funeral attire she owned, and…
A re-telling of “Mo Takes a Wife”
On Sunday she goes to Aunt Ida’s house, a sagging, brick-crumbling relic in a neighborhood once forgotten. Brighter lights and clean…